The Husband
“You need to stay away from my wife.”
He stares at the Husband across the table.
“I can’t threaten your kids. That is what I would normally do. But, as she has told me numerous times, they are her heart.”
“Bastard. You - “
“Yes. So, I can’t threaten the kids. Or her. But, I can threaten you.”
The Husband blinks.
“Oh, I won’t kill you. I can, however, make you suffer.”
“There is nothing …”
“Trust me. There is plenty. Suffering in all new ways. I never have to touch you even.”
“She doesn’t love you.”
“Yes she does. She just never got the chance before.”
He stares at the Husband across the table.
“I can’t threaten your kids. That is what I would normally do. But, as she has told me numerous times, they are her heart.”
“Bastard. You - “
“Yes. So, I can’t threaten the kids. Or her. But, I can threaten you.”
The Husband blinks.
“Oh, I won’t kill you. I can, however, make you suffer.”
“There is nothing …”
“Trust me. There is plenty. Suffering in all new ways. I never have to touch you even.”
“She doesn’t love you.”
“Yes she does. She just never got the chance before.”
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