Chapter Thirteen: Miserable Wendy.

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Hey y'all! School is back in person so I'm gonna try to update these as soon as possible.

I've cleaned up the house and I'm revamping my books cause they are under major editing so they will be back soon!

I've cleaned up the house and I'm revamping my books cause they are under major editing so they will be back soon!

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𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫.
𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰, 𝐓𝐗.
( 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠. )

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I don't even know what to say right now. I'm so speechless, but how the hell did she even get in here?

I'm frozen up in shock with my body covered in the sheet, and Clifford immediately put on some briefs to cover himself and I grabbed the closest robe to put on.

She's standing there like Satan himself, mad as hell and sniffling like a angry bull blowing smoke out its nose.

"Wendy?! How the fuck did you get up here?!", Clifford asked as I stood on the other side of the bed.

"So you fucking with her again now?! I heard all the shit that's been going on!", she rages, "You left me for her, Clifford?! That's why you wanted the divorce?!"

"Wendy, you need to get the hell up out my house.", he fumes angrily at her.

"Why Clifford?! Why did you do this to me?!", she hyperventilates, "I could have worked on us! We, could have worked on us. She doesn't deserve to be with you! You're my husband and you stepped out our marriage!"

"Ex-husband. I moved on and found somebody else happy. Now get the FUCK out my house!", he points to the door.

"No! I am not leaving. I wanted to save our marriage and get things right! I never wanted it to end like this. I still on on the ring baby.", she lifts up her left hand to show him the ring, but he looked so over it and so did I.

"Oh my god, corny! Lame, boooo! Tomatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes, I'm throwing tomatoes.", I butted in, but anxious for the next move she was going to make cause I didn't know what intentions she would have for me next.

"Clifford, this is what you settle for—", she is cut off my her phone ringing. She slides it out her back pocket and answers it, putting the phone on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Bae, you done with that shit yet?", a guy's voice says over her phone but the sound of that voice repeats in my head.  I looked over to the side and try to figure out who it was.

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