I Won’t Cross It

STELLA'S hands balled into fists, and without answering him, she grunted and left the bathroom for the bedroom. She got into the bed and roughly pulled the duvet over herself. Her face was hidden beneath it, and without a second thought, she began to smile to herself, clearly happy about the things he said to her. 

She was all he had. 

"Wife." 

And she was startled right off the bed. "What?!" She didn't look at him, very aware that her face was flaming hot. 

"About why I never called or answered—" She felt the dip in the bed as he sat down next to her. "— Something happened to Diego, and I was too angry. I think I lost my phone because I could not find it until a few minutes before I left. That was…why. But it's not an excuse, so I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me. It won't happen again." 

"Whatever," she scoffed under her breath and laid back down on the bed. 

"Are you still angry with me?" 

"Yes."