Husband’s Childhood Sweetheart Humiliated Me, He Begged Me Back
At our daughter’s three-month milestone party, my husband Garrett’s so-called "best friend" publicly humiliated me.
“Hey, Vivian. I heard you're a little loose down there after popping out the kid.”
"If it's that bad, you better get some tightening surgery quick—don't wanna mess up your marriage vibes!"
Garrett shot her a playful glare and snapped,
"Knock it off, Scarlett! You can't just say whatever pops into your head."
Then he turned to me with a breezy shrug.
"She's just like that—total tomboy. We grew up together; she means no harm."
Scarlett shook her half-exposed breast and pouted,
"Oh, come on, don't take it personally, Vivian. Honestly, I'm kind of jealous of you."
"See, my problem is the opposite. I'm way too tight—hurts like hell during my period. No clue who's gonna get lucky with this later."
Then she cut her eyes toward Garrett with a playful wink.
" Oh right, you've tried it before, haven't you?"
The room went dead silent. Every pair of eyes drifted toward me, barely concealing their curiosity.
I smiled, set down my wine glass, and looked at Scarlett with fake concern.
"That's strange. I don't remember making it that tight when I did your surgery."