14
HUDSON
Peter had touched my wife and sent her spiraling hours after our breakthrough. I’d gone from elated to murderous rage, the swoop in emotions bottoming me out like the world’s highest roller coaster without the elation of the fall. Nausea bubbled in my stomach like rancid acid.
I wanted to rip that fucker apart limb from limb. Slice off his twink-sized d**k and shove it along his lying tongue deep into his throat until he choked to death. My blood boiled for it.
Thank f**k for self-control, or I’d have gone on a rampage and located the asshole who’d torn the newly blooming flower of life inside my wife’s heart to shreds.
But I’d talked Mads into leaving the rocking chair for our bed Saturday night, and I’d wrapped myself around her, offering what comfort I could. Soothing tou
