He Forced Me Eat Fried Chicken, I Made Him My Ex
Language: en
My husband, Liam, had been taking me, eight months pregnant, to this cheap fried chicken place daily. He always ordered the same $4.99 combo. I told him I was sick of fried chicken and asked him to get me a salad instead. He slammed the fried chicken right into my face, his eyes practically spitting fire. "I drive a cab every day to support you, and you still dare to be picky? Ungrateful bitch!" Then he immediately turned, flashing a fawning smile at Tiffany, the curvy, sexy owner of the fried chicken shop. "My apologies! My wife is just being extra about that! Tonight, all the fried…