*Michael's Point Of View*

I can't believe her. A cheater? I am a cheater for lying? I don't even know how she found out anyways. I don't know whether to be pissed about her accusation or feel guilty for lying. I do know that once again, my life is surrounded by drama.

Still feeling the sting of her accusation, I follow behind her as she continues throwing words my way. "Now i'm a cheater?! That's what this boils down to?!" I fuss, following her up the stairs. She whips her head back. "I'm not doing this right now. The kids are asleep," She huffs. I glare at her silently for a minute. She really thinks i'm going to let this go right now, yeah right. 

"No, You brought it up, let's finish it," I challenge. She rolls her eyes and continue up the stairs. Making a left turn towards our room, I continue pushing for an answer. "Why am i a cheater Marilyn?! Please tell me!" I demand, entering the room. "Michael, I am not in the mood right now," She snaps. She walks over to our bed and pulls off her robe. I really can't believe her right now.

"You know what? I am tired of this jealousy shit. I really am. You know I am married to you, you know i love you, So why in the Hell would I cheat on you?" I demand again, walking up to her. She has this cold glare in her eyes. It''s a glare I haven't seen in years. I will admit, it stings knowing i am making her this angry, but at this point i want her to feel my anger.

"Michael... I am done," She says lowly, standing up from the bed. I quickly grab her arm. "No. We're going to talk this out," My voice stood for no excuse. Her demeanor slightly changes. I can tel that she is scared by my time, I'm surprisingly glad she is.

"Sit down, please," She quietly obeys as i release her arm.

"I just want to know why i am a cheater,"

"Because, you lie about stupid shit. If i would have lied about my whereabouts, you'd have a fucking cow. Frankly, I am tired of your lies. What are you trying to aim for when you lie? Tell me that," She snaps, her glare returning.

I exhale deeply.

"I don't know why am always trying to be the good guy, at the end of the day my decisions are dumb and useless, right? I am always fucking up, right?" I huff. 

"Stop playing victim Michael. Common sense would've told you lying is stupid!" She screeches, throwing a pillow at me. I catch the pillow and throw it on the floor. Now she wants to claim I'm pulling the victim card, yet she can always bring up my cheating when we argue? Talk about a hypocrite.

"Want to talk about victims? et's talk about victims. You love bringing up my convection's or what ever, yet you have some of your own that you camouflage with your victim cards," I began, growing infuriated by the minute.

"What in Hell are you talking about?" 

"You! You and this insecurity bullshit! You think i don't know that the only reason you wanted to have another baby, is to distract me from the twins?! Well guess again, those are my kids, deal with it!" I dagger, clenching my fist.

She remains silent for awhile, her eyes growing watery. I can't even feel remorse for stabbing her with my statements, it all seems to be truthful in this moment. 

"And you know what else? Evelyn said the same thing, but I defended your ass. I know stupid of me right? Well you don't have to worry about my stupidity anymore, I'm done with this shit. I'm a grown ass man," I conclude, turning to walk away. 

She quickly snatches back my arm, having my eyes follow her equally raging pair. 

"Are you fucking drunk?! Are you so damn drunk, you can say disrespectful shit like that to me?! Have you lost your mind?!"

"Let me go, I'm done talking," I lowly instruct. She continues clutching onto my arm, not breaking or glare. "You are being an inconsiderate asshole. You really are. How can you say that? You know i wouldn't do that" She whimpers this time, her eyes falling onto her hand. "I wouldn't do that Michael..." She repeats, releasing my hand. 

She walks pass me towards our bathroom, leaving me to think about everything that was said and done.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

"You know he didn't mean it right?" Yuli asks, rubbing my back, softly.

I stare into my mug silently. 

Last night had to have been Michael's and I biggest argument in years. We have argued before which led him to gaping a hole into our wall and bathroom mirror, but there was something about last night that gave me the feeling that i was close to being a wall or mirror for him. I was scared last night. I still am.

I came to Yuli in the middle of the night after I was sure Michael fell asleep. That's what I love about my Yuli, she warmly greeted me in the middle of the night and listened to pour my heart out through tears; at 4 months, she can still find time to mend a broken heart. I just didn't tell her everything until this morning. Even in the next hours, the pain is still very prominent.

"Yuli, He wasn't my Michael. He was somebody completely different" I stress, flashes from last night appearing as I close my eyes.

"Do you think he would've really hit you?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know"

She sighs and continues rubbing my back silently. I know with her being younger than me and only being married for a handful of years, compared to Michael and I, she can't really help in this situation. But, her just being here helps.

"Hey babe, You know I think someone was here last night or it could've been a drea- Hey, Marilyn?" Ryan intterupts, glancing between Yuli and I. I didn't even think about having to explain Michael's and I marital problems with him. Even though he is considered a close friend to Michael, I know telling him would add to our problems.

"Is she okay?" He asks, pecking Yuli on the forehead. 

Yuli nods, glancing at me before turning to him. "Yeah, you know, pregnant women hormone's," She causally explains.

He silently examines me before accepting the answer. 

"Okay, Well congratulations again. And uh, I hope you feel better?" He awkwardly offers, turning to prepare his breakfast. 

"When do you think you're going back?"She asks, referring to Hayven Hurst.

I shrug. I honestly don't know. I want to stay away as long as I can, but I can't do that to the kids. I have to be a woman about this situation. I don't know how Michael feels right now, but I am willing to buid my half of the bridge if he will build his and we can meet halfway. It doesn't have to be right now because his words are still very fresh in my mind. 

"Now. I just need to take care of the kid's," I reply, exhaling deeply. I am very much exhausted. I didn't sleep a wink last night and I am sure for the next following nights, my restlessness will linger. I just hope this doesn't affect our growing baby. I don't know what I would do if I had another miscarriage.

Yuli gives me an uneasy smile. I know she wants to argue against my decision, but I am too mentally exhausted to go back and forth. I already have to prepare for what is ahead when I return. "Are you able to drive?" She asks, watching me stand up from the table. I nod, grabbing my keys from the counter.

"Bill will drive me. But, thank you so much Yuli. I am so appreciative of you Yuli. I realy am. I love you and I call you later" I speak softly, feeling the threat of tears claiming my ducks, again. She forces a supportive smile and allows me to leave with the little bit I have of my pride.

*Michael's Point Of View*

Am I wrong for boiling over?

Am I wrong for hurting as much as she is?

Did I let it go to far? 

These are the questions that taunt my mind. They taunted my mind all through the night and has spilled over into the morning. I have respectively dealt with our past arguements, but this one was the icing on the cake of the downside to our marriage. 

When she left last night, I knew I hurt her more than I intended to. Because of this, I laid awake last night thinking of ways to fix this. I also silently prayed that she knew I didn't mean the thing's I said. I didn't mean them to be so hrutful. 

I understand we both said thing's out of frustration and anger, but I understand that there are obvious holes from the past months that need to be filled. 

This morning when I awoke to a cold bed, I quickly closed my eyes. I was hping to open them to her. To my beautiful Hershey wife, that is carrying another miracle. When I opened them to find it still cold, I felt even more lonelier. It reminded me so much of the days I would wake up during the days of our seperation. That was a nightmare.

It may have been only a couple of hours, but when you argue with the love of your life and one of you leave, it feels like years before they return. I need my wife. God I need my wife.

I asked Rafael to take care of the kid's while I wait for Marilyn to return. I didn't tell him exactly why she left I just told him she spent the night at Yuli's, another one of my lies. I am almost sure Bill has already told him what actually happened. 

Knowing Bill, if he brings her back, he's bringing a whole set of questions as well. As much as I hate him mendling in my marriage, I wouldn't mind his suggestions right now. 

Just as I am walking up the stairs, the front door opens. I pause at the bottom of the stairs, hoping it was Marilyn. My hopes were let down as Bill appeared from behind the door.

"Hey, I thought you would look worse, but you don't look half bad," Bill jokes, placing Marilyn's overnight bag on the welcome mat. 

"Where is Marilyn?" I ask, a little bit more desperate than I was aiming for.

"Oh, I left her with Miss Yuli. I convinced her to stay there for awhile" He simply says, closing the door behind him.

"What in the Hell do you mean you convinced her?" I demanded. 

I wanted his suggestions, but I didn't want this type of suggestion. He just ruined everything. I wanted to fix things now while I had the nerve. I just want to get it over with.

"Mike, Calm down. She's a pregnant woman, she doesn;t need to worry about whatever happened last night" He sighs.

"Bill, you don't understand. I want her to fix thing's while I can" I argue. 

Bill walks up to me and sits down on the last step.

"Sit"

I quiety obey, waiting for his response.

"Michael, Let me first tell you, you can't ball up your fist at a woman! I don't ever want to hear that you balled your fist at your wife! EVER. I swear, I will loose my job if I find out you hit her," He scolds, tearing a hoe into my eyes.

"I-I wasn't going to hit her. I was just frustrated..." I quietly explain, feeling like a small child.

"I know you wouldn't Michael. But, that was way to close of a call. Second, I left her with Yui because I know a woman needs confinement. She finds her confinement in Yuli. With her mom in Florida and Miss Katherine, God bless her soul..." He trails off, shaking his head. "You need space right now. Both of you, and then when an appropriate amount of time has passed, You two can talk."

"I fucked up, Haven't I?"

"No, you just boiled over like every woman or man has in a marriage. Don't beat yourself up. Both of you are equally in the wrong, just take some time to think about it and then take the next step" He advises.

I nod knowing he's absolutely right. I'm so glad I have Bill, he put everything in perspective. Perfect perspective, hopefully his advice proves right...

To Be Continued...

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