Make it right

"Sometimes I wish you would drop the caring husband act, we both know that you are hardly around enough to figure out things on your own and without me you would be completely in the dark about your own family. Stop channeling your guilt into false sweetness," she snapped. He hadn't been prepared for her outburst. The words were made to hurt, to attack him in vulnerable places so that he would leave her alone. If the words had been blades his shirt would be more red than white.

"It's not an act for me but sometimes I'm not so sure about you anymore." It was the wrong to say, he knew it but at that moment he didn't care; all he wanted was to see if she would take the bait. He jumped as she slammed her fist down but she didn't say anything. She turned to look at him finally, a hard look in her eye, a look that meant danger. She didn't say anything as she walked passed him out of the room.

He didn't know what to do that night, the tension in their bedroom so thick that it was almost palpable. He stood in the hallway thinking as she got ready for bed. He was about to go sleep on the couch when she called out to him.

"Ryuji, come to bed." The sound of her voice made him stop, her words drenched in sugar and promises that only made him apprehensive. "I don't want to fight anymore." He knew what was coming, she pulled the same trick every time they fought, and he knew that it would be easier to play along. He sighed to himself as he turned to open the bedroom door. He stopped when he saw her sitting on their bed, wearing nothing more than a lacy black nightgown that left little to the imagination. He recognized it immediately, she had worn I on the first night of their honeymoon. The nightgown had sat untouched in their closet for the last ten years; she wasn't messing around this time.

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