Why had he even done it. A drunken desire for an average looking woman on a work trip. He had woken and nearly vomited, threatened her and left. At home you were your usual loving self. None the wiser. He spoiled you rotten for weeks, every luxury he could afford was given, you barely left your bed. He drowned you in love.

He could keep it a secret. His biggest regret, you would leave him if you knew. He couldn't let that happen. A one time thing kept secret. He would kill the other woman if she tried to tell you, he needs you. You're his angel, his life, his love.

He keeps an arm looped around your waist at the charity gala you're attending. He can see the coworker he slept with glaring at you. He'll hurt her if she comes near.