“Rope you in”

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This chapter is for Club members only. You’ve found the part of the story most people never get to read. Join the Club

The gala had been a public spectacle, a performance of possession that had left us both buzzing and raw.  For the next few days, the air in our house was thick with a new, unspoken energy. The beige walls seemed to have absorbed the memory of our recklessness, and now they felt like they were…

A week after I’d left his office with my panties in my pocket and his scent still clinging to my skin, the invitation arrived.  Thick, cream-colored cardstock with elegant gold embossing. The annual Metropolitan Museum Charity Gala. An evening of forced smiles, insincere laughter, and writing checks large enough to make us feel like we…

The thing about being the perfect couple is that it’s a full-time fucking job. There are performance reviews, KPIs, and quarterly reports, except the reports are delivered to your in-laws over Sunday brunch and the KPIs are measured in the number of times you successfully pretend that another dinner party talking about real estate is…

You’re about to read the end of a story. But if your marriage feels like a beige room you’re slowly suffocating in –  read it like a manual. Some women collect lovers like they’re gathering rare, beautiful flowers. They press them between the pages of their memory, preserving the fleeting scent of a first kiss…