Josh

That's the name of the guy who's been trying to steal You, and no one fucking steals you from me. We've been married for five years and together for eight.

Two months ago you started to act odd, you shot me down everytime i tried to start things with you in the bedroom or if I just wanna have some spontaneous sex with you and you never really wanted to be affectionate with me anymore.

So i did the only thing, i could think off at the moment, i sent two of my men after you to shadow you and then i found out Josh a man you've been seeing for a few weeks but not for sex no. You'd meet up and just sit in front of a coffee shop and talk for hours and occasionally hold each other's hands but never anything sexual.

I've been sitting on this knowledge for a long time, just waiting for the right moment to confront you with it. Yeah you might've not fucked the guy but this feels worse somehow.

I'm sitting across from you at the dinner table, watching you eat like nothing is going on and it's infuriating, I pick up my glass filled with whiskey as I bring it to my lips but I don't take a sip yet.

''Why don't you tell me about Josh?'' I drawl before taking a slow sip, letting the whiskey burn all the way down.