Chapter 37

Ousmane’s POV

I was so angry that my hands were shaking on the steering wheel. The only thing holding me back at that moment was the fact that Zayate was a woman; otherwise, I swear on everything I’ve got that I’d have dealt with her again. She kept yakking, and I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t talk; otherwise, this anger I was storing up was likely to explode, and I’d find myself doing the irreparable.

We had just returned home. I parked the car and got out, and she followed me, continuing her chatter.

“It was the same thing the first time; you stood up to me in front of her. I’m your wife. You don’t even have to think about whether I’m right or wrong. You have to be on my side, but every time it’s the same thing with this whore.”

“Shut up!”

“Why? Because your ears bleed from hearing the truth? She’s…”

“Zayate, shut the fuck up!!!” I said, giving a blow to the glass door that shattered into a thousand pieces. “You shut up now! I’m sick of