"Did your husband finally f**k you?"
The question hung in the air between us, and I felt my face flush hot.
Benita's eyes were wide, locked on mine and waiting for an answer.
"I…" I started, then stopped.
How did I even begin to answer that?
"Oh my God," Benita breathed, reading my hesitation.
“He did. Marcus actually f****d you. After two years of nothing, he finally…"
"No," I interrupted quickly. "No, it wasn't Marcus." I rebranded and watched as Benita's mouth fell open.
"What?" She asked, seemingly shocked.
I looked away, my fingers twisting together in my lap.
"It wasn't Marcus." I confessed in a small voice.
"Then who…" Benita grabbed my hands, forcing me to look at her. "Isadora. Who f****d you?" She asked.
"I can't... I can't tell you that." I whispered.
"Why not?"
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