"How did you know?" I asked, not sure I wanted the answer. I thought I had been careful. I thought she hadn't noticed, been to oblivious to notice. I should have known better.
Her eyes sparked with rage, "How could I not know? If you thought you were being secretive, you're a bigger fool then I thought. Or did you think I was to stupid to notice!"
I didn't say anything, answering wouldn't help the situation. She didn't seem to care that I didn't answer and continued speaking.
"What do you think I thought when things that weren't mine and clearly weren't yours, unless you developed a habit of cross-dressing, showed up around the house. I knew the moment you brought her home and introduced us that she was the one."
She started pacing on the other side of the kitchen bar. The plates and glasses have been forgotten.
"You picked a fine looking specimen but does she even have a brain beneath all that hair or did she kill all her brain cells with how much perfume she wears. You couldn't even pick someone interesting. She's such a stereotypical homewrecker type that it's disgusting. Were you even thinking when you choose her or was you're smaller brain taking up to much blood."
She glared at me as if daring me to defend myself. When I didn't say anything she snatched her keys and purse before moving towards the door, "I'm not going to give you a solution so you better find one on your own otherwise things are going to start burning and I won't care who they belong to."
The door slammed shut and her car peeled out of the driveway so fast I thought she would leave marks. My shoulders sagged and all the air left my lungs. I collapsed into a chair and stared blankly out the window. Flowers and chocolates weren't going to cut it this time.
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