My Husband Called Me Dirty

While I was with my best friend, Avril, trying on wedding dresses, she suddenly said,

“You know, your husband Blake is pretty great in bed.”

I froze for a moment, not really processing it yet.

She pointed to a hickey on her chest:

“He bit me there last night, in the car. Tell him to be a little gentler next time.”

My throat tightened, my fingertips trembling.

“Have you no shame?”

Her smile didn't falter. She took my hand and placed it on her lower abdomen.

“I can’t help it, I'm pregnant with Blake's baby.”

My body went rigid, my mind exploding.