Pearl's POV:
Have you ever had that moment where you want to slit your husband's throat and watch him suffer? Never? Well, may be I'm an exception because I'm having that moment.
Ryan entered the room as I paced there thinking of thousand ways to kill him without leaving any trail.
"What was all that about?" I snapped at him.
"What was I supposed to do? Tell them that you left because your husband kissed you?" He said in defense. Like that was going to help him.
"What about you tell them that you called me a slut and force yourself on me and so I left you?" I said the words while poking on his chest.
"That was a mistake."
"Which part was a mistake? Huh? The kissing part or the calling me names part? Because the latter wasn't. You did it repeatedly." I pointed out.
"If you had contr
