Return Of The Ex Wife
Mira laughed, sliding into his shirt like the lover she clearly thought she was.
"Yes. My house. I'm his wife, and this house belongs to me."
"Poor you. You still think you're a wife." She smirked, dripping with confidence. "News flash, sweetie. You were never one."
I looked at Adrian, waiting for him to say something. Anything. He stayed quiet. He didn't even bother looking at me.
"What the hell is she talking about, Adrian." My voice shook.
"Did you ever stop to ask yourself why he married you and never once showed you love? This man abuses you constantly and your weak self just stays." She sat herself right on his lap like she belonged there.
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