ERNEST

I stood there, staring at my best friend and my ex wife and all I could rage about were his hands on her.

And as the slut that she is, she let him hold her like that. My eyes rested on her as she focused her gaze down.

The bitch knows what she did.

"Ernest, hey." Mason said, making me look at him.

"What is going on here?" I asked.

He huffed. "Nothing. I was on my way to your office when this beautiful but quite familiar woman bumped into me." He said, looking at her.

Her gaze is still down.

I scoffed, ignoring the fact that he just...