Reborn: No More Begging, We Play Our Own Games

Summary

After my rebirth, I agreed to my husband’s idea of an open marriage. When my parents pressed about having children, I’d shoulder all the blame, never exposing his desire to be child-free. Accidentally seeing him kiss his childhood friend goodbye while taking out the trash? I’d pretend not to notice, turning to go back upstairs. Finding his childhood friend’s underwear beneath his pillow? I’d casually wash them, dry them, and fold them neatly.

My friends called me a doormat, saying I was addicted to being a cuckold. His brothers all claimed I loved him, hopelessly so.