“Don’t give me that ‘you were lonely’ shit. I was lonely as well, and I had to raise our daughter for that time. I wasn’t the one that was trying to chase years that I couldn’t get back, and I certainly didn’t have my eye on anyone else, because I thought our marriage meant something!” She angrily threw the coffee cup into the ocean, then glared at him in full. “And what you
We don’t though. We really don’t.
Well, I don't think I'm a BV author and I know what's going on.
I think.
Is this the thing we were working on?