Brad
What I thought would be my sister driving me home from the bar last night ended with me driving both her and Mia back to my place instead. They were so drunk Benjamin had to help me get them into the car, and now—at eight in the morning—they’re still passed out on my couch.
Lucky for me, I don’t have anything important to do today besides replay last night over and over in my head.
How is it possible her husband could do that to her? What kind of man treats his wife like she’s disposable?
He obviously isn’t one.
I was half-hoping he’d call last night so I could answer and tear him apart. He didn’t.
Fucking coward.
Men like him are the scum of the earth. Marriage is supposed to be sacred. Forever. Even I know that—after growing up watching what happens when it isn’t.
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