DENNER THOMPSON
When I saw Briana entering the hall arm in arm with my sister, I felt like a lucky son of a b***h.
My wife was radiant and f*****g beautiful.
She was so beautiful that I lost my breath, and mind you, I was pissed off at her.
But seeing her stunning calmed me down a bit, until I saw some second-rate doctor put his hand on her waist, giving it a squeeze.
And her smile, as if she liked it, made me see red.
I thought she would come to me, but I was wrong.
She had been ignoring me for ten miserable days, but I knew every step she took through the security guards.
I knew what time she came home and what time she left. They sent me photos of her daily, and damn, I was getting tired of Briana's playing hard to get with me.
I didn't know what else to do, I had already apolo
