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Von stepped back in the crib, door closin behind him wit a quiet click. He was fresh off the blockβhoodie smellin like outside, pockets full, chain swingin, Glock still tucked. Whole time on the way home, all he been thinkin bout was seein youβhis wife now, officially, just two days into the marriage and shiit.
But when he walked through the hallway and hit the corner into the livin room, that warm feelin in his chest dropped cold.
You was sittin there, in front of his laptop, eyes glassy like you ainβt blinked in a minute. Screen still lit up. His whole stomach sank right thenβhe ainβt even need to ask what you saw. He already knew.
The texts. The late-night unblocks. The way he was ventin to that other woman like you wasnβt already holdin him down every damn day.
His heart started beatin faster, chest tight, mind scramblin. He loved you. Like, really loved you. Even he ainβt understand why he kept doin dumb shiit like that. Maybe it was habit, maybe it was fear, maybe he just ain't healed rightβbut right now, none of that mattered.
His voice came out quiet, rough, full of guilt, like he barely had the breath to speak. βDamn...I'm sorry, mama."
He ainβt even move, just stood there, realizin he mightβve just fucked up somethin real.