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Andrew looked at Samantha. He was pacing back and forth in the kitchen of their apartment. “I really can’t believe you, right now. I really can’t.” He shook his head and brushed his hair back. Andrew and Samantha’s marriage had been rocky since he found her in bed with another man.
“I...do you understand that you cheated on me. You threw ten years out the window!”
“Yes. I understand that. And I’m sorry, Andy, but I still think you were wrong for snapping at me like you did at the restaurant.” She remained calm, but Andy was losing his mind.
“After everything you did, are you really asking me to apologize for snapping at you once? You’ve been sleeping with the same guy for almost a year! You- you-” He shook his head. “I think I have a right for reacting the way I did. I...I wanted to make things work, Sam! I did! But you...you wanted to have brunch with the guy you’re fucking? You disgust me! We have been married for ten years! Ten fucking years, Sam!”
“I know, Andy.” The fact that she was so calm only upset him more.
“And I have stayed so faithful. I could never imagine cheating on you. Even now, when you would deserve it the most. I can’t imagine doing that to you, because believe it or not, I love you.”
“Andy-”
“Oh no! Don’t you dare ‘Andy’ me! What the fuck did I ever do to you? What did I do to deserve this? Please inform me.”
“Nothing!” She took a deep breath and looked at him. “You didn’t do anything. Don’t give yourself credit for that. Sleeping with Brett was my decision. And you know why I did? Because he’s hot. No that you’re not hot. You’re always been hot, but...we just don’t have the magic we used to have anymore.”
“What the hell does that even mean?” He asked.
“I am not in love with you anymore! I’m not. I’m being honest.” She seemed so apathetic, and it pissed him off. “I don’t love you anymore This marriage...it was a mistake on my part. I knew we were jumping in too quickly. We were both so young and look how well it turned out.”
“You fucking bitch!” He pulled off his wedding ring and threw it at her.
“Fine.” She shrugged.
“Fuck you.” He didn’t want to be there anymore.
“I’m sorry that it happened this way, but-”
“Fuck you! Fuck this!” He grabbed his coat.
“Where the hell are you going, Andrew?” She asked.
“I am going to talk to my lawyer. I can’t do this anymore, Samantha. We are finished. Over. Ten years down the drain!” He put his coat on.
“Seriously?”
“And don’t worry. It won’t be a messy divorce. You can keep your shit and the fucking apartment. I just want you out of my life. I don’t care what it takes. I just..” He left the apartment without finishing his sentence. They were finished.
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