20
I groan at the pain in my head and try to look half alive as I nurse my coffee while he wolfs down his breakfast.
“You only have yourself to blame,” he smirks.
“You drank just as much as me,” I moan, “how can you be so chipper?”
“Angels don’t get drunk so easily,” he shrugs. “We have a much higher tolerance. Just be thankful I’m not a bacon and eggs man.”
I shudder as a plateful of just that sails past in the hands of a waiter, causing my mouth to water, not in a good way.
“Ugh.”
“I’ll have to torture you in other ways, so you learn from your mistakes,” he grins.
“If you must,” I sigh, “although my head feels like it’s going to explode, so be careful. I wouldn’t want you having to spend your morning scraping my brains off your new clothes.”
“The clothes another woman helped me select?”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“I like jealous Merri,” he grins.
I put my coffee down, my face paling.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he says quickly, his smile slipping. “I wouldn’t ever give you a reason to really be jealous, Merri.”
“Sure,” I murmur, rising from my chair. “I’ll see you on the slopes, Chris.”
“Merri, wait. You misunderstand me.”
Shaking my head, tears in my eyes, I start to leave the room as he calls out.
“But who will show me how to ski?”
I spin and narrow my eyes at him.
“Get a woman to show you, Chris. I’m sure there’s plenty out there more than willing to give you anything you want.”
Turning, I stalk from the room.
Jealous Merri is not someone I ever want to be again. If Chris knew how hard it had been for me over the past twelve months, suspecting my husband of cheating, yet being told I was insane when I raised the issue, only to have evidence shoved in my face again and again, he would never have said something like that.
‘But how could he know? He’s a man. They’re all the same.’
Clenching my teeth, my sorrow turning once more to rage, I stomp to the ski lodge, dress and head out to the slopes.