Carl
I paced the living room, running my fingers through my hair unable to ignore the scene I had just witnessed. My heart thumped in my chest, and I couldn’t sit, I could not think straight.
If I had been a minute late, if I hadn’t come home as fast as I could, perhaps she would have been up there f*****g him, I just don’t get how she could do something like that under my roof, and all the signals she gave me where all joke to her.
How can she be with someone else, how can she laugh so loud and let him touch her like that, how can she kiss him, and stay half naked with him.
What the hell am I even doing?
I cursed myself under my breath, I should be angry that she was doing that, not angry because she had wanted me but lied about it.
What was she thinking? What the f**k was she doing
