Bachelorette Party

On the eve of our wedding, Lyra went to a wild bachelorette party behind my back.

Then, I saw a post from her first love on social media.

“I finally have my very own kitty now!”

In the photo, she wore a kinky cat-eared maid outfit, bowing her proud head and leaning intimately against his thighs.

I screenshot the post and texted it to her, demanding an explanation.

She brushed it off with total indifference. “What is the point of a bachelorette party if you cannot cut loose? If you are that