The Cheater's Burn: Frugal Husband, Toxic Mistress

By the time I got home from the emergency room, it was already three in the morning.

My daughter was fast asleep.

Logan wasn’t in the bedroom.

Thinking back on everything that had just happened, the suspicion inside me only grew darker.

Throughout our ten years of marriage, Logan had always insisted that "pleasure wasn't a priority." Because of that, ever since our daughter was born, we had exclusively used the cheap, government-issued condoms handed out for free at the local clinic.

They were thick, rubbery, and smelled awful.