I’m just glad you finally stood up, even without your legs. He gave a faint smile.
Later that night, Ruth returned to Michael’s room. She knelt beside his wheelchair, crying, gripping his hand tightly.
“Michael, please,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry. I know I messed up. I’ve changed. I swear I’ve changed.
Please don’t leave me.” Michael said nothing. “That man you saw me with,” she continued quickly, “is my cousin.
I just forgot to introduce him properly. It was a misunderstanding. The devil is trying to destroy our marriage.
Baby, please don’t fall for it. She cried harder. I was foolish. I didn’t realize what I had until I almost lost it.
You are my husband. I still love you. Please forgive me. Let’s start again. I promise I’ll do better.
Michael looked at her for a long moment. Then he spoke calmly. I’ll tell my lawyer to hold on, but listen carefully.
I’ll observe you for a while. If you don’t change, Ruth, you’re out of my house.
Ruth wiped her tears quickly and forced a smile. Thank you, baby. Thank you. I won’t disappoint you.
She kissed his hand, stood up, and walked out of the room. But the moment Ruth stepped into the hallway, her crying face disappeared.
Her lips curled into a cold smile. She walked fast to her room, locked the door behind her, and suddenly burst into quiet laughter.
“This man thinks I have time for him,” she muttered to herself. She faced the mirror and said it again like she was talking to her reflection.
“This man thinks I have time for him.” Her eyes narrowed. “He’ll regret ever doubting me.
I’ll deal with him slowly. He has no idea what I’m capable of.” Later that evening, Michael was in his study when Amara entered with his dinner.
