On our wedding night, I saw a tattoo on my wife's thigh.
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"Darling, look! A symbol of our love!" My wife, Stella, blushing prettily, lifted her wrist at the alumni gathering, revealing the expensive couple's watch. Everyone looked at me with envy, saying I'd married the perfect woman. But they didn't know. Just the night before, on our wedding night, I'd seen a faded butterfly tattoo on the inner side of her pale thigh. And a string of blurred numbers. Those numbers were the employee ID for a notorious bar: "The Golden Cage." 1 "Liam, you must've won the lottery in a past life to snag a bombshell like Stella Reed!" My childhood best…