The next day after work, Brock came into the house and found Reba reading a book and holding a glass of red wine.

"Reba?" Brock asked. Reba looked at him.

"What?" Reba questioned.

"I owe you an apology." Brock said. Reba stood up and then turned to face him.

"You know what? You do. But I've learned after twenty-five years of marriage not to expect that." She turned and headed towards the kitchen. He touched her shoulder.

"Reba, stop. I'm serious. I really do owe you an apology. We'd been separated for a while. I figured…" Brock started to say.

"You figured you could have an affair?" Reba exclaimed. "We are trying to fix our marriage and you have an affair with another woman Brock? That's not fair to me or the kids." Brock's shoulders dropped.

"I know it's not. I'm sorry Reba. Please forgive me." Brock said.

"I can forgive the affair Brock. But not the destruction of my marriage. Not yet." Reba replied and walked out of the room.

"Reba, there isn't going to be a destruction." Brock said loudly so she could hear him. She rushed into the living room.

"Are you crazy? You have to be. You can't possibly be saying that our marriage is still intact." Reba stated.

"Reba, I love you. You're my wife. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We've been through a rocky patch lately. That's all. Most couples, if not all go through a rocky patch during the course of their relationship."

"A rocky patch? A rocky patch?" Reba exclaimed. Brock nodded. "Brock, you have to be with her. She's your mistress Brock! Your tall, blonde, ignorant mistress."

"But you are raising thee of my children." Brock replied.

"Just go with her Brock because we're over. I will never forgive you for this." Reba said and walked out of the living room and up the stairs.