He pushed himself off the water, letting the water drip down his body. After several laps in the pool, he had enough. He knew that was more than enough exercise for the morning.
He still had an early meeting to attend after having breakfast with his wife. He kept telling himself he was not avoiding the woman still sleeping in his bed, but that was a lie.
"What are you doing?" He could not help but question his rationality as he shook off the remaining water in his hair and grabbed the towel dangling on the side of the lounge chair.
He knew, sooner or later, he would need an heir, but he felt guilty for using his wife like she was an object he bought to fulfill his plans.
He wished he could love her the way she deserved. She was a good woman who was putting up with his crap. But how could he give his heart to her when he already gave it to someone else?
