He Forced Me Eat Fried Chicken, I Made Him My Ex

My husband, Liam, had been taking me, eight months pregnant, to this cheap fried chicken place daily.

He always ordered the same $4.99 combo.

I told him I was sick of fried chicken and asked him to get me a salad instead.

He slammed the fried chicken right into my face, his eyes practically spitting fire.

"I drive a cab every day to support you, and you still dare to be picky? Ungrateful bitch!"

Then he immediately turned, flashing a fawning smile at Tiffany, the curvy, sexy owner of the fried chicken shop.