My Wife Handed Me My Bride

Summary

Every time my wife brought home a new boy toy, she made sure to bring back a college girl for me.

"I need some excitement, and you need company," she’d say, her voice dripping with casual indifference. "We both get what we need. No hard feelings, right?"

But this time, she flew too close to the sun.

Stroking her slightly rounded three-month-old belly, she spoke to me with a veneer of sweet, reasonable negotiation:

"We slipped up, and I got pregnant. Troy wants me to give him some status before he agrees to let me carry this baby to term. So, we need a temporary divorce."