“Playing errand boy for my wife,” I smirked knowing I had struck a nerve with his ass. “The fuck you even chatting about?” “It means that I'm her husband. Doesn’t matter if she told you or not, I'm telling you. All that other fuck shit you did to her is over. Because I respect her, I'm gonna let her tell you it’s over. Don’t come by her crib no more or try to see her ass. Fuck ass nigga,” I grilled him, as he stood there with even more confusion spread across his face.
