My Iceberg Husband Was Actually an Incubus
Three years of contract marriage, and Silas has been the picture of icy restraint — buttoning his shirts all the way to the top.
Knowing he doesn't love me, I decide to stop lying to myself.
But just as I'm about to flee with the divorce papers, I stumble upon a forum called Mischief & Mayhem.
The pinned post screams in red letters:
"URGENT! I'm actually an incubus. I've spent three years pretending to be cold and celibate so I won't scare my wife. But she just asked for a divorce and I can't hide it anymore... HELP: How do I win her back in 30 days without revealing what I am?"
In the attached photo, a black heart-tipped tail is shamefully coiled around a suit trouser leg, its tip hooked around a tie.
That tie — I bolt upright in bed.
That's the limited-edition tie I gave Silas.
My iceberg husband is secretly a lovesick male incubus?