Fourteen Dollars For My Dead Child

Summary

Three years into our corporate merger of a marriage, my husband casually suggested we open it up.

"Maya, don’t you ever wonder what it’s like with someone else?"

I froze, then reached out to pinch his arm, thinking he was joking. "Are you losing it? Why would I want that? Is what we have not enough for you?"

"I’m bored," Sebastian cut me off. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion.

Two words. They hit me like a physical blow. The smile died on my face.

"At the gala last month, someone slipped something into my drink. I ended up with a waitress," Sebastian continued.