Six Years Inside His Head — Episode 6

my own clothes and my important medical notes. The expensive designer dresses and Markalo bought me, I don't touch a single piece. His eyes are bloodshot. He looks like he had a rough night. When his gaze lands on my suitcase, his eyes widen in panic. Darling, are you really leaving me? I spent the whole night drinking in the study. I didn't even touch that woman.

Don't leave me, Lillian. I'll die without you. He's roaring in his head, begging, but what out of his mouth is a cold, vicious sneer. What, finally dropping the act? You think packing a few rags is going to work on me? What do you think you are? You're nothing without me. I grip the Take the handle of my Tilkaycation and look him straight in his bloodshot eyes.

In that case, I hope you and Camilla have a wonderful life together. My voice is calm. That calmness enrages him. A wonderful life?

How noble of you, Lillian. Just handing your husband over to someone else? He leans in close, his voice a venomous whisper.