My husband is… into men? He’s been fucking a cross-dresser? He left me for a guy barely out of college?

That smirk deepens, like she—he—can read every pulse in my body. The switch confuses me. Is this a woman with a cock or a man painted as a woman?

My body doesn’t care. That’s the worst part.

“Surprised?” Her voice is soft but wicked, carrying the kind of confidence I haven’t felt in months. “I should’ve known Bryan wasn’t the one who texted me. I believe we don’t need an introduction then.”

I swallow hard, fists clenching at my sides. “So you’re the one fucking my husband.”

Her smirk deepens....