Melanie.
Los Angeles.
Thursday, July 31st. A week later…
It hurts to see the entire media talking about one's husband and his lover. Everywhere I turn it's photos of Malachi and Billy. We're being chewed on the media.
Neither I nor Malachi have come out to refute the media's claims. Yet it seems their speculations are true. Because each time they throw these allegations, a new picture pops up about my husband and his lover.
Is this what Malachi felt when I was having an affair with Regan? The only difference is while mine was done behind closed doors, Malachi's is done openly. It feels awful.
Sometimes I wake up and don't want to go out. I want to stay cooped up in the house. But I can't stay cooped up.
Tonight I'm at Benson's cocktail and bar, having drinks with my friends, when a photo flashes of Malachi going on a yacht cruise with Billy. My face burns with humiliation as my friends turn to stare at me. Jael is the first to talk.
