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DOES IT COUNT?

The laughter didn’t stop.I stood there in front of him, frozen.Water dripped slowly from my lashes, trailing down my cheeks.“M-Mitch…?” My voice cracked, barely audible.“Oh my God…” he muttered, shaking his head. “What… what is this supposed to be?”My fingers curled slightly at my sides as I looked down in shameful humiliation.“I… I wanted to surprise you for your birthday… and all you did was laugh? That’s your reaction after all my effort?”My heart was so heavy it threatened to rain tears, but I kept fighting them back.“Isn’t that the reaction you expected from me, looking like this?”I raised my head and met his eyes, just to be sure the Mitch I knew was still inside that body.“Mitch, that’s not fair,” I sobbed.“Not fair?” He scoffed. “Lena, what do you expect? That I lie to you just to make you feel good and empowered? At first, I thought the lingerie would somehow magically snap you back into the version of you I fell in love with.”He shook his head.“How naïve. Who t

I LOST IT

That statement shattered me.“Mitch, you know how much I love babies,” I said, my voice dropping into something raw. “You know how much it hurts that we couldn’t have one.”Tears streamed freely down my cheeks.“Don’t blame it all on me when you haven’t had sex with me for three years now!”“We had good sex for two years. What happened? Your weak womb couldn’t let them live?” He scoffed. “You know what? I’m sick of your crying and acting like a child. We are done talking about this. Take that thing off your body—you look like an obese clown.”He turned to leave.Something snapped inside me and I lost it.“Mitch!” I yelled, my voice rising louder than I had ever heard it before. “I have had enough of your nonchalant attitude!”He froze and turned around. His eyes narrowed slightly, studying me like I had finally lost my mind.Maybe I had actually lost my mind… because my mouth kept pouring out words from my tight chest before I could even think.“What the hell do you want from me? My

THE VILLAIN

The silence after my outburst was deafening.Mitch hadn’t moved.He was still standing by the door with one hand on the handle, staring at me in a way that made me instantly regret my outburst.I had never raised my voice like that before.So I understood his reaction.I shouldn’t have yelled. It wouldn’t do anything other than make him even angrier.Finally, he turned to face me fully.“So,” he said, taking a step toward me.I clenched my fists, bracing for anything.“So,” he said again, tilting his head slightly. “That’s what’s been going on in that head of yours?”I swallowed hard.“Mitch, I didn’t mean—”“No, no.” He held up a hand, stopping me. “I want to hear it. Really. You’ve been holding all that in for how long? Years? And now it’s finally out.”He gestured at me with a small, lazy wave.“The grand confession of the poor, suffering wife. Go on. Say it again, Lena… yell at me.”My heart hammered against my ribs.“I… I shouldn’t have yelled—”“Shouldn’t have yelled,” he repeat

SO PRIVILEGED

Tears were streaming down my face again. I didn’t bother wiping them away. Mitch continued. “And that wasn't’t all. You open your mouth and brag about buying me shirts I never asked for. Wow. Mitch is so privileged—his wife buys him shirts with her bonus money. The same woman he sacrificed so much for.” I shook my head. “No… I wasn’t bragging… I wasn’t…” The look on his face made me pause. I saw pure rage in his eyes. Then he turned around and walked out of the room. “Mitch?” I followed him. He walked straight to the gift bag on the couch, grabbed the shirts, and pulled them out roughly. My stomach turned inside out. “Mitch… what are you doing?” He didn’t answer. He carried the clothes to the kitchen, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pair of scissors. My heart skipped a beat. No, he is not about to… “Don’t,” I breathed. “Mitch, please—” He started slicing the shirts into shreds. “I don’t need your fucking shirts!” “No!” I rushed forward, dropped to

I MISSED HIM

I removed the lingerie and carried my heavy legs to the bathroom to take a bath before cooking something to eat.A bath will calm my nerves a little, I told myself.I turned on the bathroom light and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible, just as I had expected. The makeup was ruined—black streaks ran down my cheeks, and my eyes were swollen.The water took forever to get hot. I stood there waiting, staring at the drain, not thinking about anything. My brain was just foggy from hunger.When the steam finally rose, I stepped into the tub.After bathing, I stepped out of the tub—and that was when the dizziness hit. It came out of nowhere. I reached for the wall, but my hand missed. My feet slipped, and I fell hard onto the tiled floor. My shoulder hit the edge of the tub as I tried to catch myself.Fortunately, it wasn’t my head; otherwise, I would have been in worse condition.I lay there for a moment, wondering if Mitch would have heard if I had hit my head harder. Wonderi

LET'S TALK

I felt a surge of encouragement from Mitch’s soft gesture the night before. It gave me the strength to jump up from the chair, ignoring my exhaustion. I decided to finish the icing and cake decorations before five in the morning. I worked quickly, then rested for a bit with my phone beside me. When the alarm woke me, I immediately picked up the cake and carried it toward his bedroom. The number 35 candle was already in place. I took a deep breath. My palms were sweating against the glass plate, and my heart was beating like a drum. I was nervous but hopeful. He had covered me with that blanket last night. It definitely meant something. I knocked softly on his door—three times—before it finally opened. My breath caught at the sight of him. I had forgotten how handsome Mitch always looked in the morning. He was shirtless, wearing gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, exposing that faint line of hair below his abs that disappeared into the waistband. The sight made me swallow

HE ACTUALLY APOLOGIZED?

I had a lot to say too. Thank goodness he was finally initiating communication. I stepped inside and sat on the edge of the mattress, gripping my hands in my lap to stop them from trembling. He sat beside me, so close that his bare shoulder almost brushed mine. He reached out again and took both of my hands in his. I nearly sobbed. His palms were dry and warm, his fingers lacing through mine the way they used to. He squeezed gently. “Lena… I’m sorry.” My breath hitched. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting,” he continued. “For the things I said. For making you feel… unwanted. I’ve been frustrated, and I took it out on you. That wasn’t fair.” Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t stop them. “Mitch…” “I’ve been thinking,” he said. “About us. About how we got here. About your weight gain and how it’s changed things for me—and how my reactions to that have hurt you. And how your frustration with my frustration just made everything worse.” He exhaled slowly. “It’s a cycle, Lena.

WE CAN DO IT

“We will close it when you get back in shape. What do you think?”He said it with a smile, which only confused me more.The words didn’t make sense at first. They floated in the air around me like smoke.“What do you mean by ‘open our marriage’? Our marriage wasn’t a secret, Mitch,” I whispered, genuinely confused.“No… no…”He laughed.“Damn, you are so stupid sometimes. It means we will stay married, but we’re free to see other people. We can even bring them over to the house and do introductions.”“When you say ‘see other people’… what exactly—”He pinched the bridge of his nose.“Lena, I mean date other people. Have sex with them. It’s not fair to either of us to keep pretending we’re okay when we’re not.”I stared at him like he had grown two heads.“Mitch, are you joking? You can’t possibly mean that…”“I’m giving you the grace to see other people, Lena.”He reached for my hand again, but I pulled it back without thinking. He didn’t seem to care.“Don’t make things more difficul

HELPING

MITCH'S POVI closed the bathroom door behind me and let out a long breath, finally free from her tear-stained face and those pathetic, hopeful eyes.That went about as well as I expected.Lena really is something.Always crying. It doesn't matter if she's happy, sad, or confused. Tears are her default setting. I used to find it endearing.Now, it's just irritating. Like she's trying to make me the villain for wanting something reasonable.I turned on the shower and stood there for a second, staring at my reflection in the mirror.Still looking good. Better than good.I have kept myself fit for her, but she can't do the same?Women at work throw themselves at me.Some of them are half her age and twice as tight.Why the hell should I be stuck with her when she let herself go?I turned the shower on full blast, steam already fogging the mirror. I grabbed the soap and scrubbed under my arms.You'd think I asked her to sacrifice a child, the way she looked at me when I suggested we shoul

STAY IN SHAPE

I smirked at my reflection and rubbed my hands, feeling my handsome self.I gave all this to her for two years... I was faithful, a good husband who provided shelter, security, food, care and affection.The least she could do was have my kids and stay in shape.She failed both woefully.Anyway, I know she will come around and agree to the open marriage.She loves me too much not to.I ran a hand through my wet hair and exhaled hotly.And honestly?The jealousy will be good for her. She needs that as motivation.Right now she's way too comfortable... she needs some humbling to get her back on track.So when she sees the lovely way I will treat the younger women I date in front of her... she'll finally work harder and get back in shape.I'm doing her a favor as a good husband.I grabbed my razor and started shaving.The other thing is that it doesn't really matter if she agrees or not. I'm going to do what I want either way. But this way, I get to do it with a clear conscience. She can

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