You would've gone to her apartment and let her take your coat. You would've let her touch you and kiss you. You would've taken her as your lover. You would've let her replace Elvira in your heart."

Feeling unsettled, Waylen grabbed a cigarette and lit it. He was shaking so badly that he almost burned himself while lighting up.

After a while, he said, "You didn't have to say such harsh words, Rena.”

Rena didn't quarrel with him.

She just whispered, "The truth has always been harsh, especially to those unprepared to hear it. Waylen, the only reason we still share a home is that we no longer share a bed. It's only a matter of time now before our bond breaks completely and Mavis gets her chance to be with you. Honestly, | think you won't refuse her."

Rena's heart ached as she spoke.

The truth was indeed strident.

Having had too much to drink, Waylen couldn't stand his alcohol-induced headache anymore.

He stared at Rena’s back and thought arguing tonight wouldn't do either of them any good.

He rubbed his forehead and muttered, "Let's talk about this tomorrow. Go to bed."

Rena stood still.

When she heard Waylen turn the doorknob, she called after him, "Take your shirt. | don't want it in my trash can.”

Feeling like his wife just stabbed him in the chest, Waylen turned and looked at Rena's back once again.

He couldn't help wondering whether or not she truly loved him.

Did they really love each other?

After Waylen left, Rena slowly walked back to the sofa and sat down.

Staring blankly into space, she ran her fingers over the book she was reading before she fell asleep on the sofa earlier. She had expected this to happen since Waylen started dealing with Mavis’ affairs.

She had never forgotten about that romantic encounter between Waylen and Elvira many years ago.

Their exceedingly sentimental display of affection had prickled her eyes.

Waylen had lost his memory. Elvira might be dead and gone, but now there was another perfect substitute. How could he resist it?

Rena knew her husband's contemplation.

If she were single, she would fight for the man, but she was a mother now. She had Alexis and Marcus to think about.