I’M YOUR WIFE!”
He looked away, unable to meet my gaze. “No,” he whispered, “You’re… you’re not. Not legally. Not anymore. Not for a very long time.” He paused, another ragged breath. “She’s my legal wife. The woman you saw. The house… it’s our house. Always has been. The ‘disinfection’… I needed to get you out. I needed to move your things out before continue reading …
