The Fall of Ten Years of Faithful Love

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my wife’s best friend leaned close and asked her with a laugh in French:

“So, how does your little assistant taste?”

Annette handed me a piece of cantaloupe—my favorite—before answering just as carelessly in the same language, “Young and tender. Remember, you have to keep this company from my husband. Because if he finds out, he'll definitely leave me”

The crowd immediately burst into laughter, each one swearing they’d take the secret to their graves.

I stood there, clutching my glass so hard my knuckles went white.