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“His security footage.”
Xay laughed, but there wasn’t anything funny about it.
“My sweet little fucking wife.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You been going on dates too?”
I didn’t answer.
He laughed again.
“Oh, he told me that shit too. Hotels. Spa. Dinner. All that shit.”
“Then why the fuck are you asking questions you already know the answers to?”
“Because I wanna hear you say it!”
“I don’t owe you that.”
“YOU DON’T OWE ME?”
“No.”
“You my fucking wife!”
“Not for much longer.”
Silence.
His whole face changed.
“What?”
“I talked to a divorce lawyer.”
Xay stared at me.
“I’ll be filing.”
“Sam.”
“You heard me.”
“You not divorcing me.”
I actually laughed.
“Excuse me?”
“You mad.”
“I am.”
“You hurt.”
“Very.”
