Three Days Left Of Contract Marriage

On the night of our fifth wedding anniversary, my wife brought her hundredth boy toy home.

The young guy looked at me with a smirk. "Is this your husband, babe? He doesn't look like much."

"Don't ruin the mood by talking about someone so boring," Chloe replied. "Come here."

She couldn't wait to pull him into the bedroom.

I sat on the sofa, listening to the muffled sounds of their intimacy. I tapped on my phone to check the calendar.

Three more days. That was all that remained of this absurd