I’m back from that expensive lunch, the one you paid for. Waiting at the foot of my bed like a good bitch, just waiting. You hear the sound of my Louboutin heels as I walk in, and then you get the familiar sight. I remind you what your life is like as my cuckold bitch, cooking and cleaning while I’m out with a real man. This is your life as my ex-husband, chained to my bed and eating only the leftovers from my lunch, begging for even a glimpse of my heels.