The Torn Stockings

I found a half-burnt cigarette butt and a pair of shredded stockings in our master bathroom trash can.

To prepare for having a baby, I hadn't smoked a single cigarette in a whole year. As for stockings, my wife, Darcy, had always refused to wear them for me.

She used to say only perverts liked that sort of thing.

I pulled out my phone to call her, only to see a photo posted by her childhood best friend.

Inside a luxury sports car, she was cuddled up in his arms, wearing sparkling rhinestone-