“Did you fuck him?” I asked. “Why. Are. You. Here?” he repeated, each word spoken clearly, threateningly even. “How many people have you fucked since you showed up here?” I had no right to ask, given the stipulations I’d made him promise to in this very room. But right then, my heart didn’t care about anyone’s rights. It wanted answers, and my anger rose to the occasion. “Answer me! Did you fuck him? And how many others?” He laughed bitterly and mockingly. “How many times have you fucked your husband since I arrived in town?” he countered, spitting out the word husband. He wore his cruelness
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