The Sour Taste of Plum Wine: A Broadcast of Betrayal

Summary

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I brought out the plum wine my husband and I had brewed together on our wedding night.

We had originally agreed to finally open the jar today, but I discovered that half of it was inexplicably missing.

I texted Ethan Davis to ask about it.

He replied quickly: [Honey, the last time you went out, I missed you so much I just had to sneak a little taste.]

I smiled, affectionately teasing him for having no self-control.

But when I opened my Instagram feed, I saw an update from his new intern assistant.