He Forced Me Eat Fried Chicken, I Made Him My Ex
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Summary
My husband, Liam, had been taking me, eight months pregnant, to this cheap fried chicken place daily.
He always ordered the same $4.99 combo.
I told him I was sick of fried chicken and asked him to get me a salad instead.
He slammed the fried chicken right into my face, his eyes practically spitting fire.
"I drive a cab every day to support you, and you still dare to be picky? Ungrateful bitch!"
Then he immediately turned, flashing a fawning smile at Tiffany, the curvy, sexy owner of the fried chicken shop.
