Seven Days to Leave My Cheating Husband

Summary

I went to pick up my drunk husband. The moment I pushed open the club door, I heard him complaining:

"My wife reeks of grease and cooking smoke. Makes me want to puke."

His secretary cut him off with a flirty whine,

"If you hate her so much, why don't you just divorce her?"

Marcus ran his hand along her thigh, eyes glazed over:

"She's just a free maid. How could she compare to you?"

When he noticed me standing in the doorway, he froze. Then he stumbled over to me:

"I was just messing around with my friends. Don't take it seriously."

Whether it was a joke or not didn't matter anymore.