And where is my second husband?

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Before I even got home, Vince was already texting me. Child...

I entered the house with my cell phone ringing. I found Rony sitting in the living room, and he immediately read what he saw.

"I suppose the conversation didn't go as planned," Rony remarked.

"How do you know?" I asked, plopping down on the opposite sofa.

"He keeps calling you, and your hair isn't wet."

"And where is my second husband?" I inquired.

Ron replied, a little apprehensively, "He's in his office, and... I wouldn't joke about it if I were you."

"Yes, I know," I replied, understanding what he meant.

Once again, my nightgown was laid out for me, again we didn't talk, and again we made love. After everything, while resting, I brought up a concern.

"What if I get pregnant?" I asked.

"We end it," he replied bluntly.

That conversation hurt me so much that I thought it best not to comment.

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