WTH?

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After an 8 year marriage with your high school sweetheart things fall apart. Im lucky I don't have a child. Darren and I have been together for 12 years, eight of which we have been married for. One day, he stayed late in work. Im not talking an hour late, but a few. Me, being the stupid woman I am, went to go and check on him. I drove down to the office. After a quick trip up the elevator I reached the top floor of the office building. Ah yes, a lock. I removed the key card from my handbag and glided it into the lock. After a beep the door opened. What was behind that door was something I wish I hadn't of seen. My husband of 8 years was 'banging' a doll like girl. While they were groaning loudly I screamed. They both jumped. She fell of him and reached for her clothes to cover herself up. He just sat there, his light blue eyes glaring at me. Sweat dripping of him and hair ruffled up.
"WHAT THE FUCK. EIGHT YEARS, AND YOU DO THIS TOO ME. IM GRABBING MY STUFF. AND I AM GOING. GO BANG A COW YOU WHORE! AND FOR YOU, IF THE ONLY THING YOU CAN BANG IS MARRIED MEN THEN FUCK YOU. I CANT WAIT UNTILL YOUR TOO UGLY FOR ANY MAN TO WANT YOU. GOODBYE AND GOOD RIDENCE. IDIOTS."
I screamed, furiously. Hell. Thats where they both belong. He tried to stop me. I slapped him. My braclets jangling.
"Dont ever touch me again you fucking hoar."
I screamed at them.
It was then I turned and ran towards the elevator. I heared a squelch, I turned before the doors closed to see her dead and him running at me with a knife. Im so glad the doors closed at the moment in time. HELP. \('o')/

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