Brettly leaned against the door of the bathroom looking down at his wife. An evil self-righteous smile was on his lips. Oh yes he was enjoying the hurt that his words caused. Far as he was concern he was right. She was the one that cheated. Not him. Yes he had kiss women. Had led them on letting them think that they were going  to get in bed with him. Because  her knew that it hurt her and because he loved the chase.  But he never really cheated. “Yeah well it wasn’t for the lack of trying.I’m surprise that it taken this long for you two to finally get together.” He downed more scotch.<br/><br/>“The feeling is mutual Sugar” He snarled at her. Ignoring what she said about being lucky if she came back when he finally knew what happen. He knew that happen she cheated that all there was to it. “ I Don’t Want You Back. You Stupid Bitch. Get that thought you thick skull!” He yelled as she slammed the door.  He threw the bottle that was in his hand. It crashed against  the door shattering on impact. Amber tears rained down the door. Shards of glass was strewn in front of the door. Not caring he went to the bar and gabbed another bottle of liquor. Not caring what it was. He sliding down the wall while he took a healthily swallow.<br/><br/>Brettly was on his third bottle on when his phone rang. He was three sheets gone to the wind, but he still recognized the number. After a couple of tries he answered the phone. “Yeah right. Your dick accidently fell into her pussy. I completely understand now. So I don’t need to come over. ” He slurred sarcastically. “Do yourself a favor and stop lying for the whore.  You both got what you wanted.”