"Well tonight was a success,wouldn't you agree" my wife Evelyn said brushing out her hair.
"It went perfectly. Obviously those maids had their own agenda but in the end Philip got what he deserved" I said not looking up from book.
I was lying on my bed reading,one of my favourite things to do. I was a great reader, which was why there were books scattered all over my house. Evelyn loved to read,I remembered loving that about her when we met. Beautiful and intelligent,a rare mix. Thinking a nice thought about Evelyn. Well that was something I hadn't done in a long time. Still she had been a wonderful help to me tonight.
"Hopefully now that Flora's murderer is dead maybe you can move on from her. Now I'll see you in the morning. Until we get a new maid I'll be the cook so I'd expect nothing more complicated than toast for breakfast" Evelyn walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"To one of the guest bedrooms. You've already made yourself comfortable. However if you feel that chivalrous about it you can take a spare and I can sleep there" she pointed to the bed.
"Evelyn am I being dull or are you being deliberately obtuse".
"All right I'll spell it out. Tonight was a success but it doesn't change anything. Adrian when I was speaking to Guinevere I realised something. I hadn't been loved in over fifteen years. I will leave this marriage and hopefully I can find a man who loves me in every way" she sounded brave,as though she was struggling to say that. Her words however,only suceeded infuriating me.
"Really? Well good luck to you,because at your age the only person who'll love you will be the plastic surgeon you'll spend thousands on to create a new face for yourself" I made my voice cruel,yet nonchalant,a habit I acquired years ago.
"Maybe. But I won't live with a man who doesn't like me,despises me even. You hate me because you blame me for Barrott and I hate you because I was never forgiven for something that was never really my fault. I hate you because you'll never love me like Michael loves Taylor. So don't feel sorry for me because you'll leave this marriage worse than I will" she promised.
I jumped off the bed and got right into her personal space.
"Why is that?" I asked her.
For a moment I saw a flash of the woman I loved so deeply,so desperately. Her face betrayed her heartache and I knew she was letting her walls down. Her voice was unwaveringly honest.
"Because if you live to be a hundred-nobody will ever love you as much as I do".
With that she grabbed her pillow and walked off,leaving me utterly alone.