Kenna notes that this person texts her husband quite a lot. At first, she believed it to be Francis so as to not drive herself insane with curiosity. Curiosity kills the cat. But then the person is referred to as 'Del'. It confuses her. Is Del a woman or a man?

She doesn't know what the texts contain, all she knows is that they are from Del and they text an awful lot. She ponders reading his texts but that's an invasion of his privacy.

But her fingers do itch towards the phone as her husband showers. She brings her knees to her chest, her fingers dancing over to his side of the bed, to his phone and then...

She's the cat.

She scrolls through endless texts, her breath hitching with every single one, her eyes tearing up before they fall down her cheeks and she knows or believes why they've been struggling. He's been having a damn affair.

"Hey, I was thinking we could go for a ride with our hor-"

Kenna looks up at him, shaking her head as she chucks his phone at him. "Your friend keeps texting you."

"Kenna."

"A friend who has boobs and a vagina," she croaks out, covering her face. "Do you love her?"

"Kenna, I'm-"

"Not who you want," she whispers sadly. Then she's angry and she gets out of their bed, coming to stand in front of him with an accusing finger. "How long, hmm? How long have you and Del been texting?!"

Bash blinks. "Kenna, we're not-"

"Just tell me what I want to know," she begs him. "I deserve that much. To know how much th-that whore means to you. Here I was trying to fix this marriage but there you were, laughing behind my back!"

"I never texted her back," Bash tells her, hands on her shoulders but she shrugs them off. "I don't care about her."

She glares at him. "How did she get your number, hmm?"

"She's my ex-"

"Oh, of course!" Kenna cries out, letting out a sob. "You still want her?"

"Kenna, I just said-"

"I-I can't even look at you right now," she cuts him off again, heading to the door.

Bash scoffs. "You're one to talk!" He suddenly says, making her stop and turn to him, her eyes flashing with anger. "How's Antoine doing again?"

Kenna doubles over, shaking her head. "No. Y-You can't use that against me! I didn't kiss the son of a bitch, he kissed me. You know this, we worked through this-"

"You wanted it, you admitted it-"

"I didn't want it! I wanted you. I wanted someone to be there for me-"

"And he was there?" Bash asks her, tears in his eyes. "You were going to leave me for him."

Kenna shakes her head. "No. I'd never leave you for anyone. I'd rather be alone for the rest of my life than leave you."

She leaves the room, heads downstairs and curls up on the sofa. She sobs until it hurts and when she stops, she hears the floorboards creak. She sniffles and sits up, feeling the weight shift on the sofa beside her.

"She's jealous," Bash starts softly. "Of how happy I am with you. Or how happy I seem to be with you." He laughs wryly. "So, she starts texting. I humoured her once after I had a couple of drinks and then I felt awful because you were home and waiting for me and I couldn't do that to you. Next thing I know, she's texting and texting and you know I had to get that new number... It was because of her. But a friend of a friend gave her the number and I'm tired, I've tried blocking her but she gets a new number and Kenna, I'd never leave you for her. Just as I know you'd never leave me for someone else too."

Kenna sniffles. "It hurts," she whispers. "When you don't trust me."

"I do, I trust you-"

"And when I don't trust you..." She finishes sadly. "We need a break. Just for a bit, okay?"

Bash nods a little, unsure. "Okay. I'll go-"

"No," Kenna breathes out. "I cleared it with Mary and Francis."

He turns to her, eyes wide. "When? How long...?" Have you been plotting to leave me?

She sighs heavily, looking up at the ceiling. "Don't look at me like that. I just asked that if we ever needed some space, if they would let me stay for a bit. Francis was on the fence-"

"He's my brother-"

"There are no sides," Kenna snaps. "It's just a place to sleep, okay? It's better than any of us forking out for a damn hotel room. We got money but that doesn't mean we need to spend it carelessly."

She gets up, heads back up the stairs, him following. His footsteps are heavier, angrier and she almost screams at him to give her some breathing space. She lets out a frustrated yell though when he blocks her way to her wardrobe.

"We've never taken a break," he tells her. "Not even when you kissed Ant-"

"I didn't kiss him!" Kenna yells at him. "We just went through this thirty goddamn minutes ago-"

"When you did whatever with him," Bash cuts her off with a glare. "We've never taken a break. I know you need space, but Kenna... I don't want you to go."

Kenna crosses her arms, looking down at the floor. "I don't want to go either but if we can't... Bash, please," she begs him tearfully. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

"Kenna-"

"You almost left me once, remember?" She croaks out. "And okay, I'll bring back the Antoine thing because you seem to remember or misinterpret specific things." She wipes her tears harshly. "You walked away. You left me worried sick for a whole three days and when you came back, you barely talked to me. Then suddenly, you're all over me and we have mind-blowing sex because of your distrust in me caused you to unleash all the pent up lust and emotions you had in you. That was last year. You asked me for full-transparency but you don't give me the same. Unless I have to argue it out of you. Even then, it's impossible for you to do me the same courtesy that I do you."

"Can't we talk about this?" He asks, taking her hand in his.

Kenna shrugs. "I don't know," she whispers.

"If either of us leaves... we might not be able to get back. T-To us," he says brokenly and Kenna closes her eyes, knowing she has to accept that what he is saying could be a possibility.

That their marriage is over and there's no turning back.

"I don't want to argue," she manages to get out. "We need this break, that is for sure. As for what happens after? We have to talk but not right now."

He steps aside and watches as she starts packing a small suitcase worth of stuff. So, she's not going for long which means they could probably fix this in a week. Or attempt to. No one packs light if they're going for a long time.

"I love you," Kenna breathes out through her tears when she's zipped the case up. She closes her eyes, hand to mouth to stop her sobs as he wraps his arms around her, her back against his chest.

"I love you too..."