“What did you say?” he said, wide-eyed.
I stared at him, “I know you heard me. But I will repeat it for emphasis. Get out of my house.”
“You can’t do this to me.”
“But I can.”
“I’m your husband.”
“My husband?” I laughed. He must be kidding. “You should’ve thought of that before cheating on me. I gave you a second chance. I’m not stupid to give you another one.”
I walked away from him and went to our room. I opened the cabinet and started throwing his clothes on the floor.
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
I faced him. “Get your things and get out. I don’t want the scent of your cheap woman in my house.”