It was the hollowest excuse he could have offered her and she pulled herself away from his grasp before he could touch her. It was almost impossible for her to forget that only a short time ago his touch had given her great pleasure, but the thought of it now was abhorrent.

Which made little sense, she conceded to herself, for hadn’t she always known and yet she had still taken him to her bed? Perhaps ignorance had always been the bedrock of their marriage? Perhaps he had spared her, after all?

“Hardly a ringing endorsement of your affection,” she said bitterly, glancing at the bed where, for a moment at least, she did consider taking a seat, discussing this with him as he suggested and maybe, maybe reaching an accord. But the humiliation overrode her better judgement – she could not stand to look at him and hear his excuses again, knowing, as she unfortunately did, that she would probably forgive him.

“No, I won’t come back,” she added as an afterthought, voice weaker than she would have liked it, and with that she walked out of the room.

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Ambrosia's got 99 problems but this hot af set from MJ ain't 1 of them