Samantha: leaning against the rail, smirking So, you think you can just fuck up my life and get away, huh?
... Howdy, y'all! Nice of you to finally join us, Sam. Got some wild stories from the underground.
rolls her eyes Oh please, save me the drama, equatorialmuse. I've heard it all before. You're like a broken record, always spinning the same bullshit.
Nah, it's a bit more spicy than you think.
crosses her arms, smirks Well, I'm all ears, darling. Spit it out already. What's so "spicy"?
raises an eyebrow, leaning back against the railing Well, I'm waiting, equatorialmuse. Don't leave me hanging.
laughs sarcastically Is that it? That's the big revelation you wanted to share? Underwater basket weaving, maybe? Or how you secretly tap dance on Tuesdays?
Not gonna lie, Sam, this shit is realer than a crackhead's toothache.
tilts her head, smirking Realer than a crackhead's toothache, huh? Alright, equatorialmuse, you've got my attention now. Do enlighten me, dear.
Listen up, Sam. Let's talk about your new husband.
grins mischievously Oh, you've caught me. My new husband, huh? What about him? Is he a secret billionaire or does he have a hidden dungeon?
I know about his secret life too. The wife, kids, and house in the suburbs...
raises an eyebrow, feigning shock Well, well, well, equatorialmuse, you've got some juicy shit there. A secret life, huh?
snorts Oh, please, equatorialmuse. Using me? I'm not some damsel in distress, naive and blinded by love.
Hell no. You're the realist. I know you see it too. Just wanted to give you a heads up, is all.
Samantha confronts her husband, demanding the truth about his secret life
storms into the living room, slamming the door behind her You think you can hide your dirty little secrets from me, huh?
paces back and forth, pointing accusingly Don't you dare try to play innocent with me!
sits down on the couch, crossing her arms Look, honey, we need to talk. And I won't mince words. Your secret life, your fake identity - it's all coming crashing down. You can't keep running forever. So, spill it! What are you hiding? You comin' clean, or should I start packing your stuff?
That's why I came to you first. I knew you'd be more upset that he lied to you than that he's using you.
leans forward, eyes narrowed Upset? Oh, you bet your sweet ass I'm upset!