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“No.”
“Then I will.”
My smile disappeared.
“You ain’t telling my fucking wife shit.”
“Your wife?”
“Yes. My fucking wife.”
Heather looked at Avery.
Then back at me.
“You really don’t hear yourself.”
“What?”
“You’re standing in my house with the woman you’ve been fucking behind my back while I’m the woman you’ve been fucking behind your wife’s back, with two babies you made behind your wife’s back, and another baby on the way—”
“Avery said she—”
“I don’t give a fuck what Avery said! The point is you still standing here talking about my wife like you’re some devoted fucking husband!”
“I love Sam.”
Both of them stared at me.
Then Avery started laughing.
Heather joined her.
That shit pissed me the fuck off.
“What the fuck is funny?”
“You,” Avery said.
“I do love my wife.”
Heather wiped under her eye.
“You love Samantha?”
“Yes.”
“And you love me?”
I hesitated.
Wrong move.
Heather nodded.
“I care about you.”
“Fuck you.”
