Love’s End
Language: en
I was halfway through a shower when the bathroom door was thrown open. I screamed, catching a glimpse of my husband’s childhood friend, Anya, rolling her eyes at me. “Chill,” she said. “We’re both girls. What’s the big deal?” From outside the door, I heard my husband, Ethan, call out, “What’s going on in there?” Anya’s voice was nonchalant. “It’s just Isla. She’s back from her trip and taking a shower. I walked in on her.” Then she added with a smirk, “By the way, I don’t see what you’re always raving about. She’s not that stacked.” Just as I was about to tell her to get out, she whipped…