She Chose Him on Our Wedding Night

Seven years. A thousand times I asked my wife Vanessa Kerr for intimacy—every time, her friend Chase's call ended it. On our anniversary, she promised a real wedding night. Seconds away, his ringtone went off. She shoved me off and ran to him. I followed and found her riding Chase—who swore she saved herself for me. Just a hymen, she said. She'd even given him a medal I nearly died for. Seven years of sacrifice, and I held it together alone. Enough. Vanessa, we're finished. For good.