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GET. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE.

"What the fuck!" She screamed out. Brandon was sitting on her couch. She held her chest, he scared the shit out of her. He looked so relaxed like it was his house. How the hell did he get in and what was he here for? He did not bother calling her or texting her, now he is in her house. To do what? She thought he was a robber or a stalker with his all-black outfit.

"Where have you been Megan?"

Megan blinked repeatedly. Was she dreaming? Or has Brandon simply run mad? "You really have the balls to come to my house. How did you even get in?" Then she remembered she had told him her password before.

"Were you with that man I saw at the restaurant?" He scanned her body to her face looking disgusted. "Did you sleep with him? You are still wearing the same clothes from yesterday and your hair is messy."

"Are you sick in the brain? You must be mad from what I am seeing. After cheating on me, you are asking me if I slept with a man when you made a girl pregnant while dating me for what
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