52 Letters of Ash: My Husband's Fatal Regret

When Declan Pierce and I exchanged wedding rings, he had adult toys in his pocket meant for his young stepmother.

To get back at him, I slept with his best friend on our wedding night.

I deliberately left marks on my body.

But when Declan saw the hickeys on my neck, he just casually dialed his best friend's number:

"Declan, your wife is incredible," his friend laughed. "I'm already addicted."

Declan sounded completely indifferent: "You like her? How about sleeping with her again tonight?"

Like a madwoman, I smashed his phone to pieces.