The Five-Dollar Sin

Summary

The thought of a second marriage shattered for good that night.

The man who once pulled me from the depths of despair was now screaming at me, eyes blazing red.

The acrid smell of the air freshener stung my eyes, my throat constricted, unable to utter a single word.

"A used-up, second-hand woman, still pretending to be innocent with me every day?"

"Your ex-husband sold two thousand of your five-dollar intimate photos!"

"If you had half the passion in bed as you did in those photos, do you think I'd go looking for fun elsewhere?"