He Left Our Wedding Bed Because She Was New
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Our wedding night was barely over. Rhys held me, still warm from our bodies, and then he said it: “I have a mistress, and it’s her birthday tonight. I need to go be with her.” My mind went numb, my ears ringing with a sharp, high-pitched static. “If you love someone else, why did you marry me?” He got up and began to dress. The hickey I’d left on his neck was still raw. “Ava, I love you the most, but she’s new.” “We’ve been together too long, sweetheart. I needed the edge, the thrill.” My throat tightened, my voice trembling. “So, on our wedding night, you’re leaving me to go…