My Husband's Mistress Was His Sworn Enemy

It was Thanksgiving, and during dinner, someone asked everyone to share the craziest thing they’d ever done.

When it was my husband’s turn, his “Fatal Obsession,” the woman from his past, stormed in with a group of people and flipped the table over.

She then stepped on his thigh and grinned straight at me.

“The mole on your husband’s manhood, I tattooed that.”

The color drained from my face.

So that mole he never once let me touch, not even after three years of marriage, wasn’t natural at all.

The room fell into a dead silence, except for her laughter echoing through it.