I always felt my husband was forced to marry me. Every time we were intimate, Parker only used his hands. Eventually, I gave up and decided to set him free. But the night before printing the divorce papers, I overheard him with his friends.
My sister and I were unexpectedly given a choice between two systems.
My husband received a love letter from a thirteen-year-old girl. She claimed to be his wife from a past life, and she’d drawn him a ninety-nine-page confession in crayon.
When I turn 20, my grandfather's old friend—now the richest man in the country—lays out photos of his grandsons in front of me. He says, "Pick one to be your husband."
When my boyfriend ordered me food delivery, he decided to play a stupid prank in the notes: “This is for my e-girlfriend. Could you do me a solid and check if she’s as hot as her pictures? Heard she looks like a total goddess.”
My best friend Claire constantly uses me to test her boyfriend’s loyalty.
After regaining my hearing, I happily march over to the room of my arch-rival, eager to flaunt in front of him—only to hear him moaning my name as he does what all guys do for pleasure.
On my way to the bank, I stumbled across a post: [What's the most shameful thing you've done behind your partner's back?]