Chapter 51: Martinis
July 6, 20—
11:39 P.M.
Upstairs
I thought Richter was having an affair. No, I didn’t think, I knew. Every queer man on the planet has a strong intuition, and mine had developed into an untamable sixth sense, which clearly stated that my partner, lover, and husband of a handful of years had been cheating on me. Never was my powerful intuition wrong. Not once.
Richter. Sweet Richter. The love of my life. Why was he ruining me like that? How could he hurt me with such ease, and why? How had I sinned to cause his upset in our relationship and his relentless betrayal? How could some other man have taken his heart from me? And how did I allow that to happen, and so unexpectedly, without any notice whatsoever? When had Richter started to fall away from me?
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