She listened to the sound of the front door closing before taking a deep breath and rolling over. She closed her eyes and finally fell asleep.

Brian had left.

The next day, Rosalynn woke up to the ringing of her phone on the night stand.

She grabbed it and sure enough, it was Brian calling.

She swiped to answer.

"What do you want?"

“Are you up? Come over and have breakfast."

Rosalynn scratched her head.

"No, thanks. Enjoy it by yourself."

She didn't want to have breakfast with him.

She hung up, stretched, and padded over to the bathroom to wash up.

A few minutes later, she received a message from Brian.

Subconsciously, Rosalynn opened the door, her cheeks blushed at the sound of a voice that struck a chord.

“Say you love me, Rosalynn."

“I Love you!"

“Who am I?"

“You're Brian."

“And what am I to you?"

“You're my husband."

Rosalynn's face instantly flushed.

That jerk!

Why on earth had he saved this recording?