After the Start of Spring, my husband and sister-in-law were celebrating the season by eating spring-themed foods at home

I came home from my parents' house to find my bedroom a wreck―tangled sheets, clothes strewn everywhere.

My husband, Conrad, was shirtless, his arms wrapped around my sister-in-law, Rosalie, nibbling on her earlobe.

Rosalie's hair was a mess, her pale skin flushed with the tell-tale marks of passion.

She leaned into him, her voice a purr. "Conrad, you're hurting me~"

When he saw me standing in the doorway, his face darkened. "It's a family tradition," he said, his voice laced with annoyance.