The Sour Taste of Plum Wine: A Broadcast of Betrayal
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On our fifth wedding anniversary, I brought out the plum wine my husband and I had brewed together on our wedding night. We had originally agreed to finally open the jar today, but I discovered that half of it was inexplicably missing. I texted Ethan Davis to ask about it. He replied quickly: [Honey, the last time you went out, I missed you so much I just had to sneak a little taste.] I smiled, affectionately teasing him for having no self-control. But when I opened my Instagram feed, I saw an update from his new intern assistant. [Thanks to my boyfriend for the treat. Five-year aged plum…