The Day My Husband Fell Ill

Synopsis

The eighth time I caught Troy Terry in bed with another woman, I remained silent. I didn't shout or raise any drama. I simply handed the girl his coat and said calmly, "Use the villa's back door." She shot me a wary glance before disappearing as if fleeing. Troy leaned against the headboard, watching me, and lit a cigarette with deliberate ease. He said, "Don't frighten her. She's new here. "She's not like you. I won't let her be hurt. "It's her birthday tonight. I'll be with her, so I won't be coming back." I lowered my gaze, offering only a quiet acknowledgment. I didn't make any argument. Troy still didn't know that girl had HIV.