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“I am that man’s wife!” I pointed toward Hayden

“You had no right to ever touch e!”

A devious smile took my lips “Do you knoe do to people who touchway?”

“Lydia please!”

I stared at Curtis “Baby, what do we do to ?” I asked over my shoulder

“We break their fingers,” Hayden laughed

“My husband showed ers”

I stepped over to a side table retrieved a pair of leather gloves, sliding them over my manicured hands Hayden helped me cover my beautiful dress with a black leather apron I kneeled next to Curtis “You stink Do you know that?” I laughed

I grabbed his pinky finger “This is for co to my home with dishonorable intentions”

“Crack!”

“Ah!” He wailed

I clutched the next finger “This is for the hundreds of pictures you kept of me in your apartment”

“Crack!”

Curtis cried out in agony

“Oh, I dreaer I re to fuck this dirty pussy I bet you had soyou with ood?” I cried His words resonated within al

I cracked that fucker back and felt a healing inside me I couldn’t look at Hayden He didn’t know my memories returned

“I’m so sorry!” Curtis cried

“Fuck you! You don’t get to tell me you are sorry because you’re not sorry Bitch!”

I broke the next finger

“This last finger is for women all over the world who are sexually violated”

I cracked that fucking finger back then exhaled

I feel better I stood dusting off ive Curtis a second look Hayden stepped to loves and apron His arm slipped around eous ones My hands swept across his chest then around his neck His lips crashed into mine with love and admiration I knew my husband was hurt and pissed I knoanted to kill Curtis for touching me the way he did

Hayden held me in his arms “Duke, here”