Page 17 of Opening It Up (Humbled Superstars #2)

Lily-Mae

I took stock of my open marriage as I enjoyed a luxurious bubble bath.

Now, the sex?

Exciting as fuck.

But did I really want to be managing this horde, nay deluge, of men who wanted to take me out on dates?

This was extremely enjoyable for a few months, but did I really want to do this for the rest of my life?

What Harley had done had hurt. Badly. Worse because I had been completely in love with him and blindsided.

I’d never dreamed he was capable of a callous betrayal like that.

He had been my first and only too, but I had never felt like I was missing something. Not when my husband was so warm, loving, sexy, and smart.

But he had.

That’s what fucking stung.

He had wondered what he had been missing. He had wanted to fucking sleep around, see what else was out there.

And now that it had all come crashing down around his ears, and he was sorry, did I forgive him?

How was I supposed to know he had changed?

After all, according to his podcast, this was the best thing since sliced bread.

And after his chaotic live-stream, he’d gotten thousands of comments demanding to know what it all meant. If he was still in an open marriage. If we were still together.

And he hadn’t said anything. Hadn’t recorded another episode.

If he cared more about maintaining a good face for his podcast, maybe we really should pack it up, and say our good years were all behind us.