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A woman discovers the horror of cheating. |
| “How could you?” Mona sobbed, as her face hit the pillow. “Mona, Mona- it isn’t my fault!” “Yes, it is!” she cried, her voice muffled by the pillow, “You cheat… it’s YOUR choice, therefore YOUR fault.” “Mona,” the man says, coming over and sitting on the bed, “You have to understand…” As he strokes Mona’s bare skin, she sits up and hisses between clenched teeth, “Don’t touch me, you bastard!” Backing away, near the edge of the bed, he whispers, “Do… do you want me to leave?” Staring into his eyes, she replies, “Only if you are no longer faithful.” “I guess not…” and he got up, leaving her to recall her actions. Mona continued to cry. |