Addiction Unspoken

On my wedding day, I was caught in bed with another man by my husband.

The adulterer escaped, leaving the wedding dress my husband had personally designed covered in stains.

He broke down on the spot, his eyes blood-red as he held me, "Who did this?! I'll kill him!"

I pushed him away mockingly and said with contempt,

"Scott, you're always off improving your design skills, leaving me alone at home. I had no choice but to find other men."

He begged me pathetically to stop talking, swearing he'd spend more time with me in the future, but I just walked away.

Five years later, Scott has become a red-hot design master, about to marry his girlfriend.

When we meet again, I'm in the throes of addiction, a complete mess, and he takes me forcefully.

"Irene, you're so cheap!"

But shamelessly, I force a stiff, lifeless smile and say:

"Yes, I'm cheap. I need men."

"Scott, let's have sex one more time."