A Curse That Saw Their Secret Nights

Summary

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I suddenly developed a bizarre ability. I could see exactly how many times people had slept together.

I looked just above Tristan’s head. A dense, hovering cluster of crimson threads floated in the air. One thread equaled one time.

My face flushed hot as I carefully counted them. Ninety-nine threads. They were all one-way, pointing exclusively to me.

I was sitting in a local cafe waiting for my best friend, planning to tell her all about this crazy hallucination.

But my phone suddenly vibrated, blowing up with a barrage of texts.