One Wish

I have no other choice.

“Please, Eli,” I plead, my eyes filling with tears. He turns, his anger palpable, but when he spots my tears, his face softens a little. “I can’t remember anything.”

Anger back again, he shakes his head. “So, are you trying to say you can’t remember who you slept with?”

Gripping my eyes shut, tears begin to fall down my face. “No, I don’t remember a thing since I woke up in the hotel room in Wyoming.”

“Are you kidding me right now?”

I squeeze his arm with both my hands. “You have to believe me. I woke up in that hotel room without a clue as to who I was, where I was, and why you were there.”

He steps back, scowling. “Just when I think you can’t stoop any lower…”

I yank at his arm to stop him from walking away from me. “Please, Eli. Please. I’m telling you the truth.”

His eyes meet mine, his rage diminishing as he stares back at me. I can see inside him. See the turmoil he’s experiencing trying to cope with the anger of learning that his wife’s pregnant with someone else’s child, but also the caring side that wants to be there for me, take me in his arms, and comfort me like a husband should. My heart is breaking.

But his is too.

Water starting to form in his eyes, Eli groans out a frustrated sigh, running his hands through his hair. When he eventually glances back at me, he shakes his head.

“I can’t… I just can’t deal with this right now. I need some space.”

Devastated, but also knowing he needs this, I simply nod my head and watch as he disappears out of sight. I turn, my eyes glancing around the dimly lit room, a gentle fire going in the fireplace. I reach the chair Eli was in and sit down. Closing my eyes, I let the tears fall. I know I have this life to think about now, but he or she can wait. For now, my marriage is in tatters, and I don’t know how we’re ever going to get through this.

What the hell do I do now?