CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
Instead of being focused on whatever the hell my husband was doing here, my mind was trying to understand what Ray’s drunk mouth was spilling. I was pregnant? What did he take me for? Dumb? If I was pregnant, I’d know. I mean, it was my body. But before I could say anything further, my husband approached and no one could have prepared me for what he would be saying next.
“You f*****g b***h,” he breathed.
“What did you just call me?” I must have misheard, right? There is no way in hell Dane called me a b***h.
“You know; I was coming here to beg for your forgiveness but now I’m not sorry I f****d her and liked it. I mean, you have been sleeping with someone else and now he got you pregnant. Never knew you could be that stupid. Yet you had the nerve to stand there and
