Jack POV:
The morning light shines through the curtains, and I roll over and press a soft kiss to Samantha's neck. She moans quietly and stirs from my touch.
She looks so peaceful, so at ease when she's asleep. I don't want to leave but I have no choice. I need to go home and work things out. I glance back at her one final time before heading into the living room, where I put on my clothes and quietly slip out the front door.
I feel awful for leaving her. She once told me it could be categorized as 'one of the worst feelings in the world' and my heart breaks at hurting her. I hope she'll understand—she'll have to.
I make my way home and step in through the front door to see Maria in the kitchen making breakfast for the girls.
"You never came home," she points out.
"No, I didn't."
She looks at me and must see guilt on my face. "You were with her again, weren't you? Why don't you go marry the whore—if that's what you really want!"
"Maria, you know that's not true. It isn't like that."
"Then tell me how it is? Tell me what it's like to raise two children and to have to lie to them every night. Am I supposed to tell them he's not coming home because he'd rather sleep with that office whore than be where his children are?"
"Maria, that's not fair."
"You're right. It's not fair to the girls or to me. You can't keep doing this to us. You can't expect us to live our lives with you screwing it up all the damn time."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I asked you to fix it." Her eyes bore into mine.
"I can't."
"Obviously. You spent the night fucking her instead!"
"Daddy?" Hannah's voice echoes through the hallway as she stands in the entranceway, having heard the whole thing.
I let out a sigh.
"Get dressed for school," Maria answers. "Wake your sister up too." The bedroom door shuts and she eyes me, "Look at what I have to clean up now."
"What am I supposed to do? All we ever do is fight, Maria. I don't feel like I'm living with the woman I married anymore."
"Well, I don't feel like I'm living with the man I married," she retorts.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I don't think there's any way I can make this right."
"You better figure it out because we won't be around here waiting for you to get your shit together."
I let out a sigh and head into the bedroom. I grab a change of clothes and take a quick shower before heading into the office.
The morning light shines through the curtains, and I roll over and press a soft kiss to Samantha's neck. She moans quietly and stirs from my touch.
She looks so peaceful, so at ease when she's asleep. I don't want to leave but I have no choice. I need to go home and work things out. I glance back at her one final time before heading into the living room, where I put on my clothes and quietly slip out the front door.
I feel awful for leaving her. She once told me it could be categorized as 'one of the worst feelings in the world' and my heart breaks at hurting her. I hope she'll understand—she'll have to.
I make my way home and step in through the front door to see Maria in the kitchen making breakfast for the girls.
"You never came home," she points out.
"No, I didn't."
She looks at me and must see guilt on my face. "You were with her again, weren't you? Why don't you go marry the whore—if that's what you really want!"
"Maria, you know that's not true. It isn't like that."
"Then tell me how it is? Tell me what it's like to raise two children and to have to lie to them every night. Am I supposed to tell them he's not coming home because he'd rather sleep with that office whore than be where his children are?"
"Maria, that's not fair."
"You're right. It's not fair to the girls or to me. You can't keep doing this to us. You can't expect us to live our lives with you screwing it up all the damn time."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I asked you to fix it." Her eyes bore into mine.
"I can't."
"Obviously. You spent the night fucking her instead!"
"Daddy?" Hannah's voice echoes through the hallway as she stands in the entranceway, having heard the whole thing.
I let out a sigh.
"Get dressed for school," Maria answers. "Wake your sister up too." The bedroom door shuts and she eyes me, "Look at what I have to clean up now."
"What am I supposed to do? All we ever do is fight, Maria. I don't feel like I'm living with the woman I married anymore."
"Well, I don't feel like I'm living with the man I married," she retorts.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I don't think there's any way I can make this right."
"You better figure it out because we won't be around here waiting for you to get your shit together."
I let out a sigh and head into the bedroom. I grab a change of clothes and take a quick shower before heading into the office.