Chapter 44 Fuck You, Husband
- The bags looked ordinary on the bedroom floor. As if it wasn't my direct and big "Fuck you, Husband." To Sam's face.
- Would it be weird if I say I anticipated his anger? Sincerely, the thought of him raging about my outfit after what he did at our honeymoon island-Tied me up. I want to go one on with him.
- *Whatever*