"Excuse me?" I say quietly.
Breathing isn't coming easy right now.
"I just—"
"You knew he liked you? How did you know that?" An eerie calm sets in, setting fire to my nerves.
"I mean, he touched me—"
Some would characterize what came next as fit of Jealously. I don't. With my ring on her finger, my kids from her belly, it's not a jealous thing— she's mine, there's nothing to be jealous of. Possessive, is what I am. I'm possessive of what belongs to me.
"You had another man's hands on you... Why?"
"I was just jealous, I guess. I mean I saw that...that model you were with and I–"
"Lemme get this straight— I went on a business trip with a female, and you decided to let some random man touch you in retaliation?" Incredulity drowns me, erupting in fury.
That's the excuse? That's what s
