Kneeling for My Forgiveness

Summary

After we tied the knot for the second time, I stopped asking questions about Ross's life.

If he took his childhood sweetheart on a trip, I didn't throw a jealous fit.

If he stayed out until dawn, I didn't blow up his phone.

Even when I found his little friend's silicone bra petals discarded in our bathroom.

I simply packed them into a neat little gift bag and reminded him to take them back to her.

Ross furrowed his brow, his voice edged with frustration. "Are you quite done throwing a tantrum?"