Keep The Husband You Borrowed

Summary

My wife lived for the thrill of making me jealous.

In Helena’s mind, jealousy wasn’t a poison; it was a pulse. The more I bristled when another man stepped into her orbit, the more absolute the proof that I worshipped the ground she walked on.

And so, every year around our wedding anniversary, she indulged in a ritual with her best friend, Toby. For a few days, Toby would step into our life and play "man of the house," while Helena ran a betting pool with their social circle, taking wagers on how many days I would last before I snapped.