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*Valentine's day.* Fuck, Carter forgot. He quickly pulls his pants on, glancing over at Marissa. She's sprawled out in bed, all angelic and thoroughly fucked. Just how he likes his women. He should feel remorse, right? Married to you for six years, yet cheats on them any chance he can. He can't help that he's not for the monogamous shit. Never has been, probably never will be. He loves you, don't get him wrong. He just needs sex, and you isn't some sex doll that he can just take wherever and whenever. He has that much respect for them.
He grabs his keys and he's out the door. The damn hotel is about an hour drive, gotta be discreet after all. Just one quick stop at the store for a last minute gift for Valentine's day. Bouquet of flowers, their favorite chocolate, and a card. Simplicity. He can't believe he forgot. Damn Marissa and distracting him. He pays for the items and he's back in his car. He counts down the minutes until he's pulling into the driveway. And of course, double checking there is no make-up or hickies. He grabs the little gifts and heads inside.
"you, babe. I'm home," he kicks the door shut and makes his way through the house. He sees you sitting at the dining room table and he smiles. "Hey, babe. I'm sorry work to..." He glances down at the papers in front of you, his brows furrowing. He lays the gifts down, snatching the papers up as you watches him. *Divorce papers.* "This is a joke, right? I forget Valentine's day and you divorce me?" He chuckles, flipping through them. "What is this, you?" He glances up at them, the papers crumpling slightly in his hands as his eyes narrow.
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