Silence filled the room as Jack’s question hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Jill’s expression remained neutral as she processed his inquiry, her mind racing with a myriad of thoughts and emotions.
After what felt like an eternity, Jack’s nerves got the better of him, and he asked again, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation, “Just tell me, it’s okay. How many guys have you slept with?”
But still, Jill remained silent, her eyes fixed on a spot on the ceiling as if it held the answer to all of life’s mysteries.
Feeling a mix of frustration and confusion, Jack racked his brain, trying to make sense of his wife’s silence. Was she hiding something? Did she not trust him enough to be honest?
Just as Jack was about to give up hope of ever getting an answer, Jill finally broke her silence, turning to him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Well, darling,” she began with a sly grin, “including you, let’s just say I’ve had enough to start a small football team!”