I wanted to kick the door in.
Wanted to drag her out kicking and screaming.
Wanted to look her in her face and ask her why she couldn’t just leave my husband alone.
Everything after that happened so fast…
The fighting.
The screaming.
Seeing those panties.
All those fucking panties.
The realization hit me so hard it made my blood run cold.
Remy was right.
My husband wasn't just cheating.
He was sick over her.
Obsessed.
He wanted to leave me?
Me?
After everything I risked for him?
After helping him build a life after prison?
After carrying his children?
After loving him when nobody else did?
He was just going to throw me away?
Forher?
I didn't mean to do it.
I swear to God I didn't.
I was just so mad…
Sofuckingmad…
And hurt.
God…I was hurting so bad.
It just happened.
One second he was walking away from me and the next—
Blood.
