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HARRY-
"Well?" Nicole sassed as she watches me walk through the doors of our home.
"What?" I sneer, my tie loose around my neck, shirt halfway unbuttoned and jacket thrown over my shoulder.
"That whore! Did you get rid of her? You told me you would."
"It's early babe, I'm tired and I want to sleep―"
"Cut the bullshit Harry." Nicole snaps her arms are folded over her chest, an harsh glare in her eyes as she burns wholes in my face.
"I want all of the bitches you've been sleeping with gone, as well as her."
"God give me a break Nicole, she's just a young girl". I sigh, running my hands through my hair annoyingly.
"A young girl you've been fucking Harold. Do you love her? Is that why you can't leave her alone?"
"Nicole..."
"Do you love her! I'm not going to ask again."
I finally look up at my wife. I remembered when I first laid eyes on her in high school. We were at a party and unfortunately I had beaten up a guy for trying to kiss and touch her forcefully. Every since then we haven't been apart.
"Of course I don't." I admit, a slight ache in my heart.
"Don't you think I want our marriage to be happy again? I want to be able to kiss my husband at night and be in his arms without him sneaking out of the house late to lay in bed with another women all night long. To be able to cook for you, go on dates, be young and carefree again." Nicole eyes start to water but she forced her tears back.
"We had a miscarriage and I know you were so so excited to have that baby, but that doesn't mean we can't keep trying, that doesn't mean we have to give up and that definitely does not give you the right to cheat on me."
"I know love, I'm sorry I'm trying."
"You're not trying hard enough! Did you forget our vows? 'To have and to hold until death do us part' you said that, you put this ring on my finger, you asked me to be your wife. Man up Harry if you want this marriage to work. It's either me or her not in between or both."
She was right. I had to choose, it was time to let old habits go, and as much as I hate to admit it, I needed Nicole.
"I am your wife. And if you won't get rid of that bitch, I will. And trust me on this, It won't be pretty."
