My Pain Had a Plot Twist

Summary

On our third wedding anniversary, Kent gave me a gift.

A black metal wristband.

Cold. Sleek.

He called it a new product from his company—a pain-sharing system.

The other user was Violet.

His "girl bro."

The person he was closer to than his own sister.

Kent brushed a hand over my cheek, his gaze soft. "Clara, you're too coddled. You should learn from Violet. She's tough."

Then he snapped the wristband onto my wrist.

So while Violet got a full-back tattoo and an entire sleeve, I felt every single needle.