On the third year of our marriage, I've decided to keep a side piece of my own. No longer do I make a big deal out of my husband's affair.
Take now, for example. I've discovered a pair of torn pantyhose draped over the front passenger seat.
My husband, Ethan Pierce, merely glanced at it before smiling. "Oh, you know how much young women like spicing up intimacy. Don't take it to heart."
This time, I don't kick up a huge fuss over it. I just nod back to show that I understand the situation.
But that's when Ethan's expression goes dark. He steps on the brakes immediately.