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Guilt.

"Scott, are you feeling alright?"

Betrayal.

"Yeah, I'm good..."

Lies.

"Are you... Are you sure? You look a little sickly."

Tears.

"I'm fine... Yeah, I'm fine."

Hurt.

He can't know.
He can't know.
He can't ever find out.

It would ruin him, it would ruin us.

Why did I do it!?

Why did I?

Was that thirty minutes of heaven worth the amount of guilt and pain I feel because of it?

No.

I looked over at him, he's beautiful. He's kind, he's loving, understanding and so much more.

But if he found it, it would kill him.

My eyes began watering as I thought of him knowing, knowing how I broke his trust and betrayed our own marriage. He would hate me.

He would hate--

"Scott--? Oh no! No, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked, quickly sitting down next to me and grabbing my hands.

He's so sweet.
I'm about to hurt his feelings and his heart.

"I-- um... I did something--"
I couldn't form the words. I couldn't keep this horrible secret anymore, but I couldn't even speak to the beautiful angel.

"Tell me what's troubling your mind, prettythang." I chuckled a bit, but it was cut short by a frown.

What have I done?

I promised him I wouldn't do this.

I promised him.

I promised--"

"Scott? Tell me what's going on." He said, a bit more sternly this time, but his eyes still soft.
I looked into his beautiful brown eyes.

"I...I did something really bad." I said slowly, hoping and praying that he would still love me after this, even just a smidgin.

"What did you do?" He asked, his voice a little weary as his mind most likely raced through the possibilities of what I could've done.

But I'm sure he had no idea that I would actually do this to him.

"Tell me what you did." He said again.

I blinked slowly and inhaled deeply before letting my breath out slowly, as if it were my final breath.

"I...I ate your pint of Ben & Jerry's."

There. There, I said it! Now all I have to do is watch him actually hate me.

"Are you freaking kidding me!?" He yelled. I blocked my face as if he would hit me because his tone of voice was like a dagger threatening to stab my eyes out.

"I'm so sorry!" Mitch groaned and hit my arm lightly.
"You are literally the worst! Like I actually want you to have a horrible life now! Why!? Why me!?" Mitch yelled, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm about to beat you up! Why would you do that to me!?"

"I thought it was mine!"

"You already ate yours, you beast! Oh my gosh, what is wrong with you!? You are a disgusting human being and I regret marrying you!"
He said with a tiny hint of playfulness in his voice.

Probably because he knows I'll leave in a few minutes to get him another one, plus an extra.
"Oh no!" I exclaimed putting my hands over my mouth in surprise.

"Yeah! Yeah, that's right! I never loved you, Carol! And you can take the ugly kids you gave me and move to...to Glasgow!" I gasped dramatically and put one of my hands over my heart.

"Not Glasgow!"

He nodded.
"Yes, Glasgow! You must leave at once."
He waved his hand toward the door.

"Let me just get the kids."
I said with a smirk, grabbing my car keys and cellphone.

"Alright. Let's move to Glasgow, Cellie and Keyla."
Micah scoffed with a laugh.

"Very clever."
He said, clapping slowly. I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek.

"Be back with two of them and if you even take a bite--"

I shook my head quickly.
"Defiantly not, your majesty. I'll be back in ten minutes."
I said before kissing his lips.

"Bet."
He said. I rolled my eyes and stood up.

"I love you!" I said, opening the door.
He nodded with a smirk.

"Bet."

I giggled and shut the door behind me.
Although when I walked down the porch steps, I heard a faint, 'I love you too.'

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