Chapter 13

• Sasha laughed at herself; her husband actually left her sleeping in the car the whole night. Oh God, she thought, what have I gotten myself into? She unlocked her seatbelt and got down from the car. Her back hurt so badly, she tried to stretch herself, but it only made it worse. She walked into the house yawning.
• “Well, I thought I got married to a gentle lady,” she heard and turned to see her husband lying on the couch with a newspaper in his hands. He was looking at the papers, and she had to question herself if he actually was the one that talked, and by the way, what is he still doing at home? She decided to just forget about him; her back really hurts. She made her way to the stairs. “Only to find out she is actually a slut.” She heard and stopped in her tracks, she turned to look at him again, and this time, he was looking at her, his crystal blue eyes burning into hers.
• “I am not a slut,” she answered, and the corner of his lips arched upward in a faint smile.