The Lingerie That Ended Our Marriage
Language: en
Caleb's grip on my hand tightened sharply when the repairman pulled a piece of sensual lingerie from the washing machine's drain. It wasn't my size. The repairman looked a bit awkward. "You should probably handwash these kinds of things in the future. A washing machine doesn't really get them clean, does it?" Caleb held my hand so tightly, as if he was terrified I'd lose it the next second and completely humiliate him in front of a stranger. But I didn't react at all. I just smiled gently. "The repairman is right. I definitely won't do it again." After the repairman left, I picked up…