My Husband Tattooed His Mistress’ Name

In our seventh year together, Luther Campbell and I chose to tatto each other's names onto our skin.

After the inking got done, I woke up dizzy.

But I noticed the phrase "Phoenix City's Must-Eat List" across my chest.

Watching my face suddenly go dark, tattoo worker Faye Stewart covered her lips and let out a small laugh.

"You rely on a guy anyway, right? Did I mark something wrong?"

I threw the glass right there.

Bits scattered like tiny lights, shooting toward Faye.

The next moment, Luther Campbell rushed inside, nearly running, wrapping her fully in his arms.