The nausea hit before I even fully opened my eyes.

I threw the sheets off and made it to the bathroom on instinct more than coordination, my knees hitting the cold tile just in time. I stayed there for a while, one hand gripping the bowl, the other pressed flat against the floor, pushing it all out.

When I finally got it all out, I sat back on my heels and breathed.

"Mrs. Green?"

Stacy's voice came from the doorway, soft and worried the way it always was in the mornings now.

"Almost done," I managed to say.

I flushed, pulled myself up at the sink, rinsed my mouth, washed my hands. By the time I turned around the worst of it had passed and my stomach had settled into that uneasy stillness I was slowly learning to work around. Stacy was waiting by the door.

"Your tea is ready, ma'am. It'll help."

"Thank you, Stacy." I took the warm cup she offered and held it in both hands. "Has my husband come home? Did he sleep here last night?"

She hesitated slightly but I saw it.

"I believe he's in his room, ma'am."

"His room?"

"Yes ma'am."

That was new. Ryan and I had separate rooms the way most people in houses this size did, but we never used them. Everything we owned was in our bedroom. The other room was just a room.

"Do you know if he came into our room at any point last night?"

"No ma'am, I don't think so." She kept her eyes down. "Shall I start breakfast?"

"Yes, please. Go ahead."

I watched her leave and stood there holding my tea, trying to figure out what to make of it. He was probably just exhausted and needed space. Since the incident, he has frequented there more. But in the last month, he was trying. Maybe he came in late and didn't want to wake me. There were a hundred reasonable explanations and I told myself to pick one and leave it alone.

I drank the tea slowly, waited for my stomach to settle and then had a bath and got dressed. Ryan had still not come to check on me and that was weird so I decided to go to him.

His room was down the hall on the left. I was almost there when I heard low sounds and movement. I thought I had a feminine laugh but it ended abruptly like someone had covered a mouth. Even though I could still hear shuffling sounds.

I stopped in my tracks and my heart beat quickened. “It's just in your head.” I whispered to myself.

When I knocked, everything fell silent and so I knocked again.

"Ryan."

The door opened slightly and Ryan stood in the gap with his body filling it deliberately, one hand on the frame.

"Hey." His voice was flat.

"Who are you in there with?" I frowned, trying to see past him. "I heard voices."

"That was just the TV."

"Ryan… I know what I heard."

"Just tell her the truth, baby." A woman's voice came from inside the room. She sounded too relaxed, liike she had been waiting for this moment and found it less exciting than she expected.

The word baby landed somewhere it had no business landing. I pushed the door with the tiny strength I had. He let me, stepping aside, and I walked in and saw her.

She was sitting up in the bed with the sheet pulled loosely around her, her hair a dark curtain around her shoulders, her eyes were bright and watchful and completely unbothered. She had the kind of face and air of a person that knew exactly what it was doing to a room and she looked at me the way you look at something mildly inconvenient.

"Hello, Sera." Her accent was faint and infuriating. She smiled slowly. "I'm Naomi."

Without saying a word, I turned to Ryan in shock. He was standing near the door in nothing but his undershorts, arms folded, watching me with an expression I had never seen on his face before. Or maybe I had and had chosen not to ignore it.

"Is she…" I looked between them. My voice came out smaller than I wanted. "Is she naked under there?"

Neither of them answered. They looked at each other instead and something passed between them that made my stomach turn.

Then Ryan smiled widely, but it was not at me.

"Why are you smiling?" The words came out before I could stop them. "What is funny right now? What is happening in this room?"

"You." He said it simply. "Standing there asking questions like you can't see what's right in front of you."

“Is she the person you're always on the phone with?”

“Isn't that obvious enough?”

"But you told me she was nobody."

"I know what I told you."

"You said there was no one else. You said…"

"I lied, Sera. I lied! God you're so slow." It was so casual and the irritation in his voice broke me even more. It was almost like my pain cost him nothing.

"There has always been someone else. You've just been to blind to see."

The room went very quiet inside my head.

I crossed the distance between us before I knew I was moving, my hands hitting his chest, pushing, hitting again. "How could you do this to me? I am your wife. I am carrying…"

“A basterd.” He completed coldly. He grabbed my wrists and pushed me back so hard I stumbled and went down, my hip hitting the corner of the bedframe on the way. Pain cracked through my side and I hit the floor and stayed there for a moment, too shocked to move.

My own crying surprised me. I hadn't felt when it started.

"You told me you forgave me," I said from the floor. "You came back, you held me, and you said we were going to be alright. And then you…"

"Fucked you senseless. I fucked you without caring if it hurt you or not and you didn't suspect anything? Well, news flash, I was just horny and Naomi here was unavailable that night so I had to fall back to the cheap hoe I kept inside my house even though I wanted nothing to do with you.”

I gasped in shock at the level of cussing and how he spoke to me.

“And you believed me." He looked down at me without moving. "You always believe me. That's your problem."

Naomi said something soft from the bed, almost to herself, and he glanced back at her with that easy, unguarded warmth that used to be mine and I felt something in my chest crack clean through.

I got up slowly, more controlled by shock than my brain. The pain in my hip was bad but I still got up.

"And the company?" I asked. "Tell me about the company."

Something shifted in his expression. Almost imperceptible. "What about it?"

"You have been managing it for two years in my name because I asked you to. You've been coming home to profess love to me even when I refused to keep the baby." I kept my voice level.

“And then I gave you the papers and you signed them yourself.”

My eyes grew wide in shock. “But you said the board needed to see proof of your authority otherwise they would not take you seriously."

"That's right, I said that. And you believed as always."

"Oh my God! Were those papers what I think they were?"

A smile spread across his face very slowly and I felt my knees growing weaker but I forced myself to stand. He looked like a man who had been waiting a long time for a conversation he had already rehearsed.

"I am glad you are finally catching up.”

“Took you so long.” I heard Naomi say from the bed.

“You signed the company over to me, Sera. Completely. Every share, every asset."

"I signed them because you told me to. You said it was temporary. You said…"

"I said, I said, I said. I didn't force you bitch.”

“I did it because I love you.”

“You did it because you wanted to. What you signed holds up in court and sadly, what I said doesn't."

I could not speak, I was in utter shock.

Naomi shifted on the bed, crossing one leg over the other, watching us with quiet triumph. She did not look guilty actually, her eyes were gleaming with joy.

"She really had no idea?" she asked.

"Not one." Ryan glanced at her briefly. "She trusted me completely. Her father left her everything and she handed it straight to me without a single question. Such an idiot."

My father would be so disappointed. The company he had spent thirty years building, the thing he had left to me because I was his only child and he believed in me even when I did not believe in myself. I had been twenty six and drowning in grief and Ryan had been right there, steady and certain, and I had handed it all to him because I thought that was what marriage meant. I thought that was what submission meant.

"Get out." Ryan said it without looking at me.

"This is my house."

"It was, not anymore." He met my eyes. "The house, the company, the accounts. All of it. Maybe next time you should read the paperwork before you sign it." He moved toward me. "Now get out."

I backed away. "Ryan…"

"Get out, Sera."

He grabbed my arm but I pulled free. I charged at Naomi in anger. I don't even know what I was thinking. I don't think I was but I needed somewhere to put all of my emotions.

She scrambled back when I reached her. I grabbed her arm and bit down hard. She screamed, high and sharp. Ryan was on me in seconds, dragging me back and pulling me out into the hallway. I fought him the whole way, fingers on the doorframe, slipping, and then I was in the corridor and the door slammed shut.

I hit it with both fists. "Ryan. Please. Please don't do this to me."

The door opened, he was dressed now. He took my arm and walked me downstairs and through the house and I kept talking, kept begging, the words running together, none of them reaching him.

The gate opened as we got close. He let me go and then he pushed me through.

I spun around in time to see it sliding shut between us.

"Ryan!" I called, hand stretching out but nothing was left in my voice.

He walked back toward the house without looking back once. A few minutes later he returned with my bags and dropped them over the gate one by one. Then a handful of my things, not all of them.

"Naomi likes your taste," he said through the gate. "She's keeping the rest. Don't come back."

Then he went inside and the door closed.

I stood on the outside of my own gate in the harsh morning light. Slowly, I sat down because my legs stopped working, right there on the ground next to my bags, and I cried until crying stopped meaning anything.

The pain in my hip had spread. Low and persistent, wrapping around toward my stomach. I pressed my hand there and told myself it was the fall. Just the fall.

But it wasn't the fall.

The edges of my vision began to soften, the street tilted slowly and I tried to stand but my body said no.

The ground came up to meet me, and somewhere far away, someone was calling my name.