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Y/n thought Kanye should've counted himself lucky that he only caught them making out. Because, if Y/n had at least ten more seconds, he for sure would've seen more than one naked body on the ground, and a very brightly colored dick laying on the ground. Sadly though, he didn't. Asshole never really had perfect timing.
"What the fuck is this?! Is that why you pay her extra? To fuck you? Or are you like every other whore that tries to befriend Kim? Get super close, then leech off her like a little dirty slut you are!" Kanye yells, alerting the whole house - including cameras - to the argument upstairs.
"Don't you dare call her that!" Kim fires back, gently pushing Y/n behind her.
"I can call her whatever the fuck I like. You pay her with my money. I can call her whatever names I want, and she has to take it, right slut? Whore? Cunt? Bitch? Fucker? And wanna know what that makes you Kim? A fucken bitch ass cheater! And people said I would cheat first-"
"You did though." Y/n finally speaks up, looking between the former couple.
"Bitch, no one-"
"Shut up, Key West. Wanna see what I have on you? All the evidence that you've been sleeping with women behind your wife's back. Some of these women, are my best friends, and you've been telling them you were gonna divorce Kim, and get with them. So many texts, videos, pictures. And the private social media accounts. For someone with a password protected phone, 0000 isn't really a great password." Y/n pulls out her phone, pulling up the texts first, then handing them over to Kim.
"That's a group chat with the five women he's been sleeping with. I told them the truth, and they're willing to come tell you the truth, straight to your face. The videos are of them giggling, kissing on each other, and a very x-rated, but sadly unimpressive video. The social media accounts are there too, their DM's as well. You've been cheating on Kim for all your marriage, and it's all there, the proof. So don't be saying anything about Kim cheating first, because that, dear idiotic moron, is a lie. You were the one that cheated first." A smirk comes to her lips, but it's quickly wiped away by Kanye's hand. A loud smack reverberating around the room and no doubt being caught by cameras. There's yells from the camera crew, the sisters, and both Kim and Kanye.
Kanye is throwing out his usual cuss words, while Kim is yelling at him for touching Y/n. "Those cameras better leave that in, or I'll tweet it all out!" Kim yells, a shocked expression coming to Y/n's face, but a small smile quickly takes over.
"Baby, let me see..." Kim urges, gently pulling away Y/n's hand. Her cheek is red and swollen, but thankfully isn't darkening with a bruise. "You need ice. Come on." Kim urges, pushing through everyone, and then down the stairs and to the kitchen. "Ice, then we talk, okay?" Kim tells, grabbing an ice pack from the freeze, and gently placing it on Y/n's cheek. Y/n knows the talk won't be that bad, but it'll be hard to hear, for Kim at least. Because, and this may be mean to say, Y/n will take immense pleasure showing how idiotic and stupid Kanye is.
