Marissa's POV
I laid in the bed thinking about the conversation I had with Marshall. I felt my phone ring. "Hello." "Open the door." I jumped up and ran to the door. "Marshall!" I squeaked hugging him. "Where's your husband?" "He picked up his shit and left. And we've been here for a week." Marshall rolled his eyes. "C'mon." He said. I sat on his lap. "I don't know what to do anymore. I was raised not to divorce but, this is going to be needed at some point." He looked into my eyes. I felt his lips. Oh the softness, the warmth, the butterflies. On mine. It was gentle. I heard a knock at the door. I stood up wiping my lips on my shirt. Andrew was kissing this girl directly in my face. "Oh hey Marissa here are your divorce papers. Now you know what it feels like to be played." I signed the papers before punching him in the face. "Now you know it feels to be punched. Go to hell Andrew and take your slut with you." I said locking the door. "Why aren't you upset?" "I have our plane tickets and when he left I canceled his flight." He cracked up. "So when are we leaving?" "Tonight." I said tearing his clothes then pouring them in bleach. I grabbed them and our wedding pictures and took them to a trash can outside setting them on fire then pouring water on it. Marshall kissed my forehead before helping me pack. "So Mari you still modelin'?" "Hell yeah it's a passion." I said throwing him on the bed. "I missed you a lot. And then you got married so-" I cut him off by sitting on his lap. He smiled. "It's not a problem now." "Okay. Marissa could I take you on a date when we go back home?" "Ofcourse Marshall." She said looking at her watch. "I love your smile." He said so out of the blue. "I love you." I said catching Andrew's eye. I looked back at Marshall. "My jet is here so, we gotta go." I said. We ran out with our stuff in one hand and ours in another.
Sorry it's short I'm working on a chapter now so sorry.
