Angelo was quick to wake up this morning; he needed answers, and he needed them now. His entire sleep was disturbed as he lay awake, thinking and plotting ways to come up with the truth.
"Up so early?" He paused as he heard his wife, Emily, question him. As always, her voice was sweet, like that of an angel. Just as he was about to smile, he remembered all that was said about her, and he stopped himself.
He was in no mood to entertain a possible traitor, even if that traitor was none other than his wife. He looked at his reflection in the mirror before exhaling and turning around.
"Yes, I have an urgent meeting to attend with the board of directors," he lied. Another terrible habit he had picked up Instead of complaining, Emily stared at her husband in utter silence, an action that left him slightly worried.
Does she know? He asked himself mentally.