The Stranger With My Husband's Face
Language: en
On the fiercely competitive track of "Self-Preservation at All Costs," I deserve an Olympic medal. Every time my husband, Rhys Harrington, prioritized his 'untouchable first love,' I found a new man. A diversion. A distraction. A silent, rebellious middle finger to a marriage that had withered down to a business contract. I sought out what felt like N different men, all to achieve one singular, necessary goal: making sure I came first. That I was taken care of. That I didn't leave this awful situation empty-handed in the emotional bank. I made sure I wasn't losing. The only problem? I…