A despairing laugh falls from my lips.
"Should you say something?" A voice heard to my ears.
It's Feng Teng. My great husband.
I freeze in my waiting room chair as my husband familiar brogue washes over me, then I snap the magazine shut.
"You followed me?" I ask, completely stunned as I turn to face him.
"Do you know that you're bad at lying, my babe wifey?" he states factually, but softly.
He's right. Yes, I'm all a shit at it, but I need to work on it if I'm going to stay with him.
Only if I'm going to stay?
Did I just think that?
"Should you tell me why you're now at this clinic and why you lied to me about it?" He rests his hand on my bare knee and circles it slowly as he watches me intently.
I throw the magazine back on the table. There is no escaping this man.
"Just a regular check-up," I mutter to my knee, trying to shift it from his grasp.
"A regular check-up?" His tone has altered significantly.
