Kisses for His Friends’ Fun

Valentine's night, I bought a sexy dress, put on exquisite makeup, and went to the bar to meet my husband.

But I accidentally overheard his buddies asking him:

"Wyatt, we pretend to be you and take turns holding hands and kissing your wife—she really won't notice?"

Wyatt blew out a smoke ring, unconcerned:

"She has face blindness. She won't notice."

"But let's be clear upfront—play around all you want, but don't sleep with her. I don't do secondhand."

For the past three years, the people dating me, holding my hand, and kissing me were never Wyatt.

Of course I knew.