Michael just sat there in sadness. He was confused and upset of how your relationship escalated to this.

You were sobbing uncontrollably in your room. There was no easy way to put this.

You and your husband can't seem to get along. Only one word, that refused to pass your lips, fit this description: divorce.

He knocked on the door, waiting for you to stop crying. That never happened though.

"Baby...let me come inside, please. I can make it all better."

"There's no use, Michael. You have already found another woman. Next thing I know, you're serving me divorce papers in court," you fussed.

"I can't live like that, babe. That's why I want you. I never told you why I was coming home late. Don't avoid me with the crazy thoughts running around in your head, because none of them are true."

He opened the door silently and walked towards the bed.

You sniffles and covered your head with the comforter: wiping your eyes.

"I wish you would just tell me outright, what it was you were doing. I'd live with the truth instead of pretending we are both really happy." You wailed.

"Shh. I was at the office last night. A former co-worker, I say that because she is fired as of now, tried to come on to me. She tripped on my shoelace and fell on me. Her ass was too damn close in the first place. That's how lipstick residue smeared on my shirt."

You finished wiping your face and looked at him, as he was grabbing hold of your hand.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I won't let anything like that happen again. Please, believe me."

You looked up and faced his eyes again.

"Yes, Michael. I should tell you I'm sorry. You were only trying to make things right."

You threw your arms around a laughing Michael and he returned your embrace.

- the end.

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^ lmbo 👆😂

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😩 peace --