Seven Days to Leave My Cheating Husband
Language: en
I went to pick up my drunk husband. The moment I pushed open the club door, I heard him complaining: "My wife reeks of grease and cooking smoke. Makes me want to puke." His secretary cut him off with a flirty whine, "If you hate her so much, why don't you just divorce her?" Marcus ran his hand along her thigh, eyes glazed over: "She's just a free maid. How could she compare to you?" When he noticed me standing in the doorway, he froze. Then he stumbled over to me: "I was just messing around with my friends. Don't take it seriously." Whether it was a joke or not didn't matter…