“Let’s open our marriage. We each bring partners home, live wild—total win-win,” my husband said, his secretary pressed against him on our couch.
I sobbed our baby was due soon, yet he just shrugged. He made me watch him sleep with others, let his mistress push me to the floor, wrapping his cruel betrayal as freedom.
“Alright, I’ll follow your rules,” I snapped coldly. My husband went rigid instantly.
