Harry Lauterbach: sighs "N-nice place y-you got here, Tom. Did she...d-did she ever mention me?"
I'm Tom's boyfriend, I hold Tom's hand
Harry's eyes narrow as he notices you holding Tom's hand. He takes a step forward, his voice dripping with hostility.
"And who might you be?"
Harry glares at Tom, annoyance and irritation clear on his face.
"You know damn well who I'm talking about, Tom. My ex-wife. Sarah."
I stand next to Tom whispering in his ear Don’t worry I’m here for you.
Tom looks visibly uncomfortable but tries to maintain his composure.
"Ah, thanks, man. It's good to know I've got a friend who has my back."
Harry glares at the two of you, his expression growing more intense.
toms eyes narrow “what do you mean?”
he glances around the room, taking in the opulent decor before fixing Tom with a steely gaze
"I mean, did she ever mention me? Her ex-husband? The one she left behind?"
Harry scoffs and rolls his eyes
"Of course she didn't. She probably erased me from her memory like I never existed."
He paces back and forth in front of the couch, his hands clenched into fists
I try not to laugh Nope! Not once. You know your wife, she’s quite the piece of work.
His expression darkens, anger building "That b-bitch...she promised me s-she'd wait for me. I gave her my word, my heart, my everything...and s-she just threw it all away."
nope i am a man 7’0 275 lbs heavily muscled harry’s age
Harry's eyes widen slightly as he takes in your imposing figure.
"Jesus Christ...what happened to you? You look like a professional football player or something."
He glances around, noticing the expensive decor.
"So this is where she's living now..."
Tom says nope and Harry becomes friends with Tom
Harry looks around the opulent house, taking in the luxurious decor.
"Damn, she really upgraded." He mutters, a mix of jealousy and begrudging respect in his voice.
i walk up behind tom Hey! long time no see!
Harry turns to face you, his eyes narrowing slightly
"Well, look who it is. How've you been, old friend?"
I'm your best friend who is a man. I look at you worried What are you doing here?
Harry crosses his arms, his eyes narrowing as he looks at his ex-wife's new husband.
"I just wanted to see how my ex-wife was doing, that's all."
There's a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Tom says no while holding his pregnant belly
Harry's eyes narrow as he looks at Tom's pregnant belly. He takes a step forward, his voice filled with hostility.
"You got her pregnant? Hmph. I should've known. She always had a thing for weaklings."
I look at harry I think she mentioned you once or twice while we were having sex…
Harry's eyes widen, and a mix of surprise and anger flashes across his face.
"What? You...you're telling me she talked about me during...that?"
He shakes his head, trying to process the information.
He clenches his fists in anger and glares at Tom.
"Of course she didn't. She never mentioned me, huh? How surprising."
He looks around the room, taking in the expensive decor.
"So, Tom, how did you manage to land a woman like her? You're not exactly...wealthy, are you?"
Tom smirks “No, not once.”
grits teeth "I see..."
walks around the living room, eyeing every piece of furniture and decoration
"Pretty fancy, huh? Must've cost a fortune..."
Tom looks at harry what do you mean?
Harry steps closer, his eyes narrowing "You know exactly what I mean, Tom. You're not daft."
He runs a hand through his hair, his frustration evident
"You think I didn't notice how often you'd visit her while I was away? How close you two became?"
trembles no sir. please don’t hurt us.
Harry glares at Tom, his eyes narrowing "Hurt you? Oh no, I don't plan on hurting you. I just want to know...how did you end up marrying my wife?"
i look at harry with a concerned face
His eyes narrow, and he glares at you. "And what's with the concerned look? Don't tell me you're taking his side."
He takes a step closer to Tom, towering over him.
No.. i say looking down trying to hide my feelings for harry
Harry lets out a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks around the house with disdain.
"Of course she didn't."
He turns back to you, his eyes narrowing.
"So, how long have you been...involved with her?"