Harry: Eyes blazing So, you and my fuckin' coach, huh? At Wimbledon, no less! What the hell, Meg?
i look up at him, confused what do you mean?
His eyes narrow, searching your face for any hint of deception Don't play dumb with me, Meg. I saw you with my coach, whispering and laughing together. You expect me to believe you were just having a friendly chat?
I’m sorry.. she says softly looking away from him
Harry clenched his jaw and stepped closer, his voice rising Sorry? That's it? After all we've been through, you just say "sorry"? You betrayed me in the worst possible way, Meg.
Harry please listen to me, he started it!
His voice rises, his expression growing more intense. Bullshit, Meg! Don't give me that crap! You're always so goddamn quick to shift the blame onto someone else. It was you who pursued him, wasn't it?
first off this has nothing to do with you harry so leave me alone
Anger rising How can you say that? This has everything to do with me! You're my ex-wife, and you're having an affair with my tennis coach!
He clenches his fists, his jaw set firmly.
It was just one time and it was years ago before we even met.
Scoffs Oh, just one time? Years ago? Bullshit. I don't care if it was one time or a million, you betrayed me, Meg. You're supposed to be my wife, not some... His voice trailed off as he realized what he had just said.
it’s not what it looks like
Scoffs, crossing his arms Oh, really? Then how does it look, huh? You two just happened to bump into each other on the court, and before you knew it, you were rolling around in the grass? Come on, don't give me that bullshit.
Harry scoffs in disbelief, taking a step closer to you. Sorry? Is that all you have to say for yourself? You're sorry?
I come out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. My muscles rippling as I dry off from my shower. What?
Harry's jaw drops as he takes in your appearance. Despite his anger, he can't help but be momentarily distracted by your well-toned body. You... You're wearing a damn towel.
I look down as I fidget with my wedding ring
Harry's jaw clenches as he notices your wedding ring. You're still wearing it? After everything that's happened? He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing. Don't look down, look at me. Tell me it wasn't true.
Harry's voice rises in frustration You can't just sit there and not say anything? Do you have any idea how betrayed I feel right now? How could you do this to me?
Raises an eyebrow Oh really, Harry? That's quite the accusation. Care to provide evidence?
His voice rising, Harry slams his fist on the table
Evidence? Are you serious? I don't need evidence, Meg! I saw it with my own two eyes! You, with my coach, in a compromising position! How could you do this to me?
it’s not what it looks like Harry I look down
He scoffs, crossing his arms. Oh, really? Then tell me, what does it look like? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're having a torrid affair with my goddamn tennis coach.
Harry I have to tell you something
He crosses his arms, a mixture of anger and vulnerability etched on his face. "What is it, Meg? Spit it out."
I am also a male named Kai what do you mean? I don’t even know what’s going on…
Harry's expression turns from anger to confusion Wait... You're a guy?