After the Game Ended, So Did My Marriage

As we were playing the Truth or Dare, the bottle stopped spinning and pointed straight at my wife’s so-called “male best friend.” He shot me a wink, lips curling into a smug grin.

“Serina’s got a scar on her ass,” he drawled. “I’m the one who put it there—with my teeth.”

The room fell silent.

My mind went blank. That scar near her tailbone... so it wasn't from rock climbing like she told me?

Seeing me frozen, he chuckled and explained, "Relax, it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing the night you two got married. Don't overthink it—it's just a little ‘souvenir' from a best friend."