The Clone In My Bed

Summary

My husband saved himself for his first love, refusing to lay a finger on me.

Every night, without fail, he slipped a silk sleep mask over my eyes.

He would whisper that he was going to take a shower and get ready.

But when he returned to the bed, he was a completely different man.

A midnight stand-in, hired specifically to keep me occupied.

I played along, pretending to be blind to the switch. But tonight, I reached out and stopped his hand just as he was about to roll on a condom.

"We don’t need that," I murmured.