The Masked Stripper is my Wife.
His hands tightened around mine.
Sarah gave a cold laugh. “How sweet,” she said mockingly. “I wish your grandmother were here to witness this, her precious grandson declaring his undying love to a stripper.” She tilted her head, smiling with satisfaction. “After all the effort she put into keeping us apart, Wait—” she paused dramatically, “does your wife know you are in love with a stripper?”
My body went cold, every sound fading except for the rapid pounding of my heart. I turned to her slowly, my lips parting but no words coming out at first. “What, what wife are you talking about?” I finally managed to ask.