Snatching the phone up, I answered. “What the hell do you want, Briar?” “Emery? Oh, thank God. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you,” He said, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Yes, I know you have. Maybe you didn’t get the message. We’re done.” “Wait,” he said in a pleading tone. “Can we talk for a second? Maybe work things out? I miss you.” “You didn’t seem to give a shit about that when I walked in on you railing the neighbour on the fucking couch.” “Fair,” he said. “I fucked up. Bad. I can’t take it back, but we can’t throw away what we had over one mistake, can we?” “You looked like you knew what you were doing,” I said in the same tone I’d use when speaking about the weather. “I doubt that was the first time your private parts were having a meet and greet.” “It started recently” He grumbled. I barked a laugh and leaned back in my chair. “Wow. Recently, how recent? 3 months, 6 months, or before you proposed to me?” Ignoring that, he barreled on, “We can do counseling. I’ll go
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