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I snorted again and resumed chopping my greens, shaking my head. My blushing cheeks gave me away, but not like I could tell her who I’d met.

“Now you think I’m cheating on you!” I grunted annoyed.

“Are you?”

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck’s wrong with you? You saw my paycheck yourself, with every fucking extra hour right there! When would I even find the time to cheat on you, even if I wanted to?”

“I knew it. It’s someone at work.”

I almost chopped one of my fingers off. So I snorted some more and kept playing angry. She wouldn’t let go, though.

“She gave you that fancy underwear with your initials, right? She’s the reason why we’re hardly having sex anymore.”

I smashed the big knife on the chopping block, so hard it stuck to it, and turned to her.

“Fuck you, Steph!” I snarled, because that was the only thing I could say, other than correct the gender of the person coming between us.

“What am I to think, if you hardly talk to me anymore?”

I should’ve thanked her for taking the conversat