I Burned His 99 Flight Ticket Vows
Language: en
After we'd made love for the 99th time, my husband brought up that meek intern. I laughed and teased, "Don't tell me you like her?" A flicker of panic crossed his eyes before he met my gaze. "That girl? She could never be as good in bed as you." But later, I walked in on them tangled together on our marriage bed. The intern's clothes were half-undone as she leaned against my husband. I didn't cry, didn't make a scene, didn't demand answers. I calmly burned the 99 ticket stubs from the international flights he'd taken for me. Then I flew to London and married my stepbrother, who had…