"Bebelabs? What the hell, Bernard? Are you thinking about that cheap girl all this time while we're making love?" Yvonne got mad and pushed me away.
"I'm really sorry. I wasn't thinking clearly. Let me make it up to you!" I said anxiously.
"Don't tell me you're in love with her for real?" Yvonne said while slipping into her robe.
"No, of course not... I mean, I don't know... but I really wanted to be with you," I said panicky.
To be honest, I'm really confused right now. In my mind, I know that I wanted to be with Yvonne. She has all the characteristics of my ideal girl, but in my heart, I'm longing for PB. I missed everything about her, and my heart aches every time I think of her being with another man.
"Is that so? Prove it!" she said angrily.
"How? Tell me."
"End your marriage w
