The Third Month of My Second Marriage

It was the third month since Declan and I had gotten remarried.

I found a dried, dark red bloodstain on the soft leather cushion of his car seat.

Declan raised an eyebrow, his tone incredibly casual. "She was a virgin."

Unlike my usual hysterical, screaming meltdowns, I simply asked in a gentle voice, "Should I have this detailed?"

Later, while accompanying Declan to an elite socialite gathering, his friends loudly discussed the young college girl he had been keeping on the side.