He was quiet. Very quiet.

It was a sharp contrast to you — you were shouting at him, screaming at him, even.

The reason was so simple yet so complicated. He was cheating on you. Well, no, he was cheating on someone else.

Josiah had a wife. A family.

But he had been courting you at the same time. It was disgusting — putting into question everything he'd ever said and done.

“My dear, please—” he tried to halt your beratement, using that honeyed tone that once gave you butterflies but now made your stomach churn in pain.