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“I provided.”

“So did I!”

“I came home!”

“And acted like that was enough!”

He looked back at me.

“You know how fucking stupid I feel now?”

My voice lowered.

“Knowing all those nights you weren’t here, all those excuses, all those times I thought maybe I was asking too much…”

I shook my head.

“You were with them.”

He didn’t say anything.

“So don’t come in here drunk talking about what I’m doing to you.”

I pointed toward the stairs.

“Get your clothes.”

He stood there for another second before turning.

“Fine.”

He went upstairs.

I exhaled.

My hands were shaking.

I picked up my wine and finished what was left.

A few minutes later, he came back downstairs with a duffel bag.

“Done?”

“For now.”

He headed toward the door.

Then stopped.

Turned.

“You really gonna keep fucking him?”

I laughed in disbelief.

“Goodnight, Xay.”

“I’m asking you.”