Man, what's wrong with you?

"Honey, this is so kind of you!"

Jessie was elated, thinking that she had finally defeated Sherry. She jumped up and wrapped her arms around Jeremy. Now, at last, nothing could get in the way of their happiness. She put one hand on the back of Jeremy's neck and with her other hand tried to unbutton his shirt, wanting to embrace him skin to skin.

"Be quiet," he snapped.

His face had gone cold. He suddenly felt as though her touch burned him. He unwrapped her arms and pushed her aside, then turned and entered the bedroom. He slammed the door shut so hard that the picture frame on the wall rattled.

Jessie stood silently, her mouth open with shock. She thought about knocking on the door and trying to calm him down, but she didn't dare. She felt tears threatening to stream down her cheeks.

She enjoyed being with Jeremy because he was so wealthy, generous, and handsome. But he had such a bad temper! He would buy her the nicest things, but she never knew when his anger would flare up. She worried that if she said the wrong thing, he would throw her out.

Quietly, Jessie backed away from the closed door, deciding not to disturb him for now.

She went to the living room and sat on the sofa. After a while, she began to get bored, so she got up and began exploring the enormous villa. She thought smugly to herself that this villa could very well become her home soon.

However, even a cursory exploration of the first floor made her restless and uneasy.

The living room was strewn with items of women's clothing, such as shoes, earrings, and hats. There were pastel-colored toothbrushes and towels in the bathroom, as well as pots and plates in the kitchen that bore floral, feminine designs.

All of these painted the clear impression of a woman who had lived her and left her mark on the household.

She remembered how many times she had tried to persuade Jeremy to take her to his house. Now she knew why he always refused.

She knew she was not his only lover, but she had not expected this. He actually lived full-time with another woman!

Jeremy never stayed the night at her house because he had someone else to come

herself to keep looking

one. Then she moved on to the TV cabinet. She opened the door and peered inside, and then saw the vase placed

made of white porcelain, and had an unusual, flowing shape. It was obviously handmade. Several verses had

her a second to

the vase from its perch and examined it carefully. There were three words on the

up inside her at Jeremy and at

they been in love with

in love with some other woman, she

her. She had not heard Jeremy leave the room. She was so startled by his sudden appearance

automatically. "Honey, it was

look of rage on Jeremy's face scared Jessie,

out, grabbed her by the arm, and began pulling her none

a birthday present, given

had never indicated that he found it valuable, but he kept it in that spot for several years. He couldn't believe

ignoring her crying face. He heard her pound on the door and

the living room, staring at the

the shy way that Sherry had presented the vase to him. She had covered the poem on the vase with her hands so he couldn't read it immediately, blushing because she was worried he

picked up one of the white porcelain shards. He couldn't shake the superstitious feeling that the broken vase symbolized the broken, irreparable state

midnight of the next day by

room, where he had spent almost the entirety of the past thirty hours, leaving only to get food or to go to the bathroom. He refused to admit to

coat and high heels that

in her hand, when she saw him sitting on the sofa in a mess with his black hair,