Aftermath

Ryan stared unseeingly at the television, the air conditioner in the room turned on full blast. Contrary to what he was sure that everyone was thinking about him, he wasn’t licking his wounds in private. Well, maybe he was in a way, but definitely not in the way that they thought. He was extremely embarrassed, that was for sure. He had had to steer clear of the gossip channels when he saw what they were saying about him. He couldn’t blame them though. How on earth could he tell anyone that the reason he hadn’t been having sex with his former fiancée was that he felt an odd sense of loyalty to his ex-wife, who clearly did not give a flying fuck about him?

As a matter of fact, he was somehow relieved at the way things had turned out with Tracy. He wasn’t even mad at her, after all, he had literally been starving her of sex. So, in a way, her cheating had been partially his fault, or at least he thought so. Still, he had seen a way out of the wedding that he didn’t want, and hell, he ha