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kit knew how everyone in town felt about me.

he had heard every single comment and whisper since the two of us got married.

hell, lord knows the guys at the garage didn't know how to keep their mouths shut.

everyone was vocal, but no one more so than the girls i went to high school with all those years ago. it was a small town and few people who grew up there, ever left.

it would have been totally fine, had they not bullied me like spiteful children.

they just wanted to make sure that you knew how far beneath them i was at any given time.

however, one thing didn't make any sense to them at all.

kit, the talk of the town due to his looks, had picked me.

kit walker was by far, the most handsome man that any of them had ever seen and the fact that he had chosen me, made them all want to be sick.

after all, what did i have that they didn't?

it didn't make any sense that he would want to make me- larisa walker- his wife, when there were so many other options available.

other options that they constantly made sure he knew were at his disposal. there had been countless times when i'd come to the garage to drop off some lunch for him in a metal pail, only to a woman in high heels and a body con dress fawning over him.

naturally, the fact that he was a married man didn't bother them at all, not when he was married to me. as far as they were concerned, they were doing him a favor by showing him he could have any of them that he wanted.

it didn't matter that they were all married as well...because, none of their husbands were as good looking as kit.

and it didn't hurt that it makes my skin crawl to see them all flirt with him.

they got a kick out of watching me tense when they approached him, likely making me the topic of their brunch conversation for the next few days as they cackled over mimosas.

the only thing that saved my sanity was the fact that i'd never see kit respond to their shameless advances.

he had no interest in a bunch of other women, that he didn't love, when he had me by his side.

i had been with him for so long, constantly making sure that he was taken care of and loving him...why would he want anyone else when he had the best wife at home?

it didn't matter to him that i was plus sized, or that i stuck out when the two of us went out on the town together.

he loved me- however i choose to be and however or whoever i am/want to be.

after all, i was his wife and no number of nasty comments towards me or my body would change that.

not that him thinking that made it simpler for me to deal with them.

it was hell.

i couldn't even walk into the grocery store without being cat called or harassed and it made me terribly uncomfortable. i didn't want to even leave the house some days because i didn't want to have to face it. and kit would have had to have been blind to miss it.

he knew me better than anyone in the world, so it wasn't lost on him that there was something on my mind when i came home today in a particularly nasty mood.

something had definitely happened, and kit didn't have to think too hard to guess what it was.

the first clue that something was really wrong was the fact that i didn't even greet him when i walked through the door.