When Love Went to Market
To help cover our household expenses, I often sold second-hand items online.
Late one night, a new listing suddenly appeared under my husband's account.
[Private trainer for sale. Almost new. Obedient and resilient. No upkeep required. Cash only.]
The attached photo showed a woman from behind, caught in the middle of a yoga pose. The red mole at her waist stood out clearly.
It was me.
The comments section erupted within seconds. Men with usernames like 'LocalHunter' started bidding aggressively.
[Five hundred. Thirty minutes. Pickup only. No negotiations.]
[Are you kidding? Two thousand. All night. I'll bring my own gear.]
My husband immediately replied to the highest bidder: Adrian 'The Butcher' Kane.
[Deal. She's in the bedroom. The door isn't locked. Go straight in.]
In the next moment, the bedroom doorknob slowly began to turn from the other side.