"Why are you keeping secrets from me Jack?" Irene lashed out in frustration. Her husband was sitting on their shared bed. He was impeccably jealous after your encounter with Donald.

Donald was one of her coworkers. But she wouldn't cheat on Jack for Donald behind his back, nor would she have sex with him none the less.

The arguement only led to Jack's endless nights at work. But she already knew the answer, she wanted to hear him say it.

"I dont know what your talking about. Irene just go to bed, you havent slept at all." He stated calmly, he got off from the bed and walked over to Irene. He placed his hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it off.

"Your lie cant work anymore." Her face was now blemished with tears as her body racked violently. The feeling g deep within her can only mean one thing.. betrayal.

"What happened to our missed promises Jack? We promised to never take ourselves upon others, to love each other."

His face was blank. Jack just couldnt look at her. He hated seeing her in pain, disappointed, and now sadness. He hated himself.

The only question took him by surprise.
The only thing that caught his attention.

"Do you even love me anymore?"