CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
BENOIT’S POV
Why do I feel like this? You know, the intense need to punch her douchebag of her husband till he was in dire need of surgery. The anger bubbling through me was unexplainable. Just how could someone stoop so low as to f**k somebody else within the time span of two hours after f*****g his wife? You know what? Let me rephrase that. Why would someone feel the need to cheat at all on someone you promised to love?
I reached for a pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment, lit one and placed it between my lips, taking a long draft before turning my attention to my fully lit house while blowing the smoke through my nose. Smoking had a way of calming my nerves down and as I rested against the seat of my car, a sigh left my lips. My gaze flitted back to the
