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Brian - 7

I come home, finally back from tour. The house is clean and quiet - more than usual. I figure I'd make my upstairs and see if she's sleeping, maybe give her a surprise since I'm home early.  We've been arguing quite alot lately and we've both said things that we didn't mean, the least I can do is try to make it up to her.

She's ready to finally settle down and start a family and after some serious thought- I'm willing to do it. For her. Even if it means the end of my career. 

I see her clothes scattered around the stairs, leading to our room. 'She must've had some fun with herself last night' I chuckle and stop a few feet away from the slightly open door. I could see her gorgeous figure and her beautiful blonde hair spread out on the pillow.

That's when I realized she wasn't alone.

There were boxers, socks, jeans, shoes that aren't mine thrown all over the place. Liquor bottles - MY liquor bottles opened, broken on the floor.

I dreadfully open the door, not being able to process this. There she was- her beautiful, naked body laying on the left side of the bed. And there he was. Naked, laying on the right side.

I cough and she immediately wakes up.

"Brian? It's not what it looks like I can explain-" She begins.

"Get out." I say softly.

"What?" She asks, confused.

"Get out. Get out, get out, get the fuck out! You and your fuck buddy- get out. Get the fuck out of my bed and out of my house. I was away for months. MONTHS. And never once did I even LOOK at another female- despite all the arguing and frustration that you put me through. I tried- I really fucking tried. I was actually about to tell you I was ready to have that kid you keep asking for. I can't believe I was so stupid as to actually fucking trust you. I never understood why you were always so secretive and picked at arguments. But now I do. You're nothing more than a lying, cheating bitch and you deserve to be alone. So now, I'm going to walk out of the house, and when I come back tomorrow morning, I expect this place to be fucking spotless- rid of all your shit. My lawyer will be calling you - I want a divorce. How could you? We were going to start a family. I love you, Michelle - but you obviously don't realize that. Have a wonderful fucking life. See you in court." My voice begins to crack and I can't help but start to soften and crumble into pieces in front of her. She was my everything.

"You don't fucking understand! What am I supposed to do Brian Haner? I get lonely. I'm a woman and I have needs - I need to be maintained and you signed up for this. So what I fucking slept around? How many sluts have you fucked during your career?" She snapped back.

"Yes, I do understand, but really? You're pulling the 'I'm a woman I have needs' card? Well lets put it this way - the only slut I've fucked since we started dating was you. I get lonely too but that doesn't make it right my to shove my dick somewhere else. And for your information Michelle, you signed up for commitment too - something you obviously couldn't fucking keep." I walked out of the room just in time to hear a faint 'Wait- you're married!? " from the guy.