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“I SAID I KNOW!”
“And you’re asking why I’m putting you out?!”
He dragged both hands over his face.
“I’m saying we been together nine fucking years, Sam. We got four kids. You really about to throw all that shit away without even letting me fix it?”
I stared at him.
“You think I’m throwing it away?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No. I don’t.”
“I fucked up.”
“Fucked up?”
“Yes!”
“A fuckup is forgetting our anniversary. You built two secret families inside my fucking family.”
“They are not families!”
I blinked.
Even now.
Even fucking now.
“Wow.”
“I mean—”
“Nope.”
I walked toward the bedroom.
He followed.
“Sam.”
I grabbed one of his duffel bags from the closet.
“What the fuck you doing?”
I started throwing his shit inside.
“Sam, stop.”
“Get your shit.”
He grabbed my wrist.
I snatched away.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
