I Burned His 99 Flight Ticket Vows

After we'd made love for the 99th time, my husband brought up that meek intern.

I laughed and teased, "Don't tell me you like her?"

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes before he met my gaze.

"That girl? She could never be as good in bed as you."

But later, I walked in on them tangled together on our marriage bed.

The intern's clothes were half-undone as she leaned against my husband.

I didn't cry, didn't make a scene, didn't demand answers. I calmly burned the 99 ticket stubs from the international flights he'd taken for me.