One night with Ex-Husband
Sensing everyone’s gaze on him, he yelled, “What?! Never seen a husband kissing his wife before?”
A surprised murmur echoed inside the hall on his question.
Husband and wife? The same thought was running in their minds.
Abram was banging his car’s steering wheel repeatedly, “What the fuck is going on with me?” he screamed. By the time he stopped hitting the steering wheel, he was panting and cursing himself with all the possible words he could recollect at that moment.
He ran both his hands in his hair in frustration, “Why do things have to go so fucking complicated?”