Chapter 4

I rush to our favorite lunch spot, Rolling Carts and spot Corey at a table on the phone.

"Hey babe, I'm sorry I'm late," I apologize.

"It's fine. It's nothing new," he tells me without looking up.

"Okay then. . . Did you order yet?" I ask.

"Yeah, I got our normal orders," he tells me.

"Awesome! So what did you want to tell me" I ask.

"So babe, I got the internship in Africa and I want you to come with me. You don't have to worry about your stupid job anymore and just enjoy life now," he tells me with excitement in his eyes.

"What," I say.

"We both know you're not going anywhere with your job and I thought you'd like to stay at home and do wifey duties and what not," he says and starts to play on his phone again.

"You're kidding right? I love my job Corey! It takes time to grow! Also, how can I do wifey duties when I don't even have a stupid ring," I yell. "How dare you downgrade what I've achieved?!" I stand up and yank off my necklace that he gave me last Christmas and threw it at him.

"Why dont you take this and your 'wifey duties' and shove it where the sun don't shine, asshole."