My Husband Wants An Open Marriage
fully facing him, "what a
"The door w
nd
ir to fall around my face. His touch is familiar, too familiar. I try to shake off the feeling of dĆ©jĆ vu,
e's here, in my bed, in the middle of the night. "It's midnight, Ryan
to mine, soft at first. For a brief second, I lose myself in it-the taste
pulling away. "S
what you want, right? Isn't this what you'v
ering where he was, the way he flaunted Emily in front of me, the betrayal... But before I can form a cohere
It's like he's using every weakness he knows I have, drawing me in because he belie
e. But when he drags my nightgown over my head and tosses it aside, I don't resist. I don't want to. Instea
the heat between us. I've missed this-his weight on me, the way he makes m
ps leave mine, his hands fall away, and he pull
y, breathles
" he says, "you need to drop t
d me in the face. All of this, this whole sedu
that's what this is? You thought you could come
my wife, Julie. You do
anyone else. But you-you get to have your girlfriend, flaunt her in
n isn't tearing me apart. "We're still married. This thing with Emily...
I ruin. You already did that
ing about. But if you go through with this... boyfrie
at him, refusing to
now he's waiting for me to break, to take it a
turn my back on him. "Ge
sigh, he stands up. "Fine," he says. He giv
the door click shut, I rush over and lock it, my f
holding in comes rushing out. I sink to the floor, t
this... this stranger, so willing to destroy me? I try to catch my breath, but it feel
Hours? It feels like a lifetime. But eventually, the sobs begin to fade, leaving behind a cold, empty space insi
ar me down. But no more. I won't be that woman anymore. He doesn't
the floor. I won't l
o Luke's number. My thumb hovers
The phone rings once, twice, then I
says. "What'