The Third Month of My Second Marriage
Language: en
It was the third month since Declan and I had gotten remarried. I found a dried, dark red bloodstain on the soft leather cushion of his car seat. Declan raised an eyebrow, his tone incredibly casual. "She was a virgin." Unlike my usual hysterical, screaming meltdowns, I simply asked in a gentle voice, "Should I have this detailed?" Later, while accompanying Declan to an elite socialite gathering, his friends loudly discussed the young college girl he had been keeping on the side. "Dec, man! The girl you're keeping is actually a virgin? And in the car, no less? You really know how to…