"I'm not your wife. I'm your whore with a wife title." She stated.
I watched her walk away, feeling too paralyzed to speak. I hated that she saw herself that way even when that was not entirely my intention.
But then I had to keep her at arm's length for now for my own sanity. I was letting too much of emotions show and it was not befitting for a man of my status.
A part of me desperately wanted to go after her as she left. But I couldn't. I could not let her see that she was beginning to get through to me. That was not the plan.
She came back into the room some minutes later and walked straight into the closet without sparing me a glance.
"I told you I'd get someone to clear it out for you." I called from where I was seated as I heard shuffling in the closet.
"I can do it myself," I heard her grunt, probably lifting something heavy.
I sighed. What was it with women being so stubborn? Especially Mira and her petite little frame.
