Bethany will call Sharra and firmly ask, 'Why didn’t you take an Uber π, and why did you contact my husband, Larry π‘? He is no longer your husband ❌π.'" read more
Bethany will call Sharra and firmly ask, 'Why didn’t you take an Uber π, and why did you contact my husband, Larry π‘? He is no longer your husband ❌π.'"
Bethany was pacing back and forth in her living room, phone in hand, her patience already stretched thin. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Sharra had called Larry, her husband, without a second thought. And to make matters worse, she hadn’t even taken an Uber—something so basic and expected in this situation. Bethany rolled her eyes and let out a deep sigh.
"That’s it," she muttered to herself. "I can’t let this slide π‘."
Minutes later, her fingers were flying over her phone, dialing Sharra’s number. The phone rang twice before Sharra answered, her voice hesitant.
“Hello?” Sharra said, trying to sound casual, but the tension in the line was obvious.
Bethany didn’t waste a second. "Why didn’t you take an Uber π? And why did you contact my husband, Larry π‘? He is no longer your husband ❌π!" she said, her voice sharp and unwavering.
Sharra blinked in surprise, caught off guard by Bethany’s intensity. "Bethany… I—" she began, but Bethany cut her off.
"No excuses, Sharra! You know exactly what you did," Bethany snapped. "You had no right to call him, especially after everything we’ve been through!"
Sharra’s tone grew defensive. "Bethany, calm down. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just… I didn’t know you’d react like this."
Bethany let out a scoffing laugh. "Didn’t mean anything? Didn’t mean anything?! You’re calling my husband without permission! You’re walking all over boundaries that don’t even exist for you anymore!"
The words escalated quickly. Sharra, now frustrated, raised her voice. "Oh come on, Bethany! You’re acting like I just committed a crime. It’s not like I kidnapped him!"
Bethany’s patience snapped. "I don’t care what you think! Larry is mine. He’s my husband, and no one—especially you—is going to interfere in our marriage."
The argument spiraled. Voices grew louder, accusations were thrown, and both women felt the sting of betrayal and anger. Each word seemed to fuel the next, leaving no room for calm reasoning. Bethany’s frustration had reached its peak, and Sharra, equally stubborn, refused to back down. It was a showdown that had been brewing for weeks.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity on the phone, both of them hung up—though not with peace, but with sparks still flying. Bethany threw herself onto the couch, fuming. "Unbelievable," she muttered. "Some people have no boundaries. I swear, if Larry hadn’t been in the middle of all this, I would’ve gone over there myself!"
Meanwhile, Larry had no idea what was unfolding. He was on his way home, completely unaware of the storm waiting for him. As soon as he stepped through the door, Bethany’s eyes locked onto him. The moment he appeared, she stormed over, her anger boiling over.
"Larry!" she shouted, her hands flailing in the air. "How could you let her do that? She has no right to call you, and you just let it happen?!"
Larry, taken aback, held up his hands defensively. "Bethany, calm down! I didn’t—"
Bethany wasn’t listening. "No! You don’t get to calm me down. You don’t get to sit there like nothing happened. She called you, Larry! My husband! And you didn’t stop it! π€"
Larry tried to explain, but Bethany was on a roll. Her voice echoed through the house, a mix of frustration, betrayal, and raw emotion. "I’ve been telling you, boundaries matter! You can’t just let her walk over us like that. This is our marriage, Larry!"
The tension was palpable. Larry, now realizing the full scale of Bethany’s anger, tried to interject. "Bethany, I didn’t want to make it a big deal. I thought—"
"Thought?!" Bethany exploded. "You thought?! You thought what? That it was okay for Sharra to call you, to interfere in our life? Larry, wake up! I am not letting this slide!"
Larry sighed, running a hand through his hair, knowing this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. He could see the storm in Bethany’s eyes, the mix of love, anger, and hurt. "I hear you, Bethany. I promise I’ll handle it," he said cautiously, hoping to calm her down.
But Bethany wasn’t ready to calm down. She paced the room, her voice sharp and relentless. "You better, Larry. You better set some limits, or I swear, next time I won’t just be yelling on the phone. I’ll be right there making sure she knows her place π€πͺ."
Larry chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood, but Bethany wasn’t having it. She was determined to make her point, and there was no backing down now. This was more than just a phone call—it was about respect, boundaries, and the sanctity of their relationship.
As the evening went on, Bethany finally sat down, slightly calmer but still fuming. Larry sat across from her, knowing he had a lot to make up for. The storm had passed for now, but the tension lingered in the air like electricity. Both knew this wasn’t the last battle, but one thing was clear—Bethany wasn’t letting anyone disrespect her marriage again.
And as Larry looked at her, he realized something important: Bethany’s fire wasn’t just anger—it was love, passion, and a fierce determination to protect what was hers. And deep down, he knew he would never want it any other way.
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