Dave pov
Once we stepped inside the house, my wife was waiting for us with eyes full of hatred and rage and I suppressed a chuckle at her attitude.
I raised an eyebrow and slammed my butt on a couch acting rudely, she blurted out ushering to her cellphone “okay, I received the picture. Could you explain what does even mean?”
Vanilla bawled “mom.”
But my wife overreacted as a victim-blaming me for everything as she used to do, nothing new but only boring and lies coming out of her mouth “no! you stop vanilla. I’m talking to my husband now. I’m sure that he forced you to be with him. Are you still a virgin or he has forced you to sleep with him?”
I lit up a cigar and puffed ignoring her keeping myself in a cold way, I knew how that will end so I didn’t want to rush anything. I wanted va
