I Am The Stake In My Husband's Gambling

marriage, I had never tr

to draw near, he would repe

a carrier of germs t

ed against his, he would hurry into t

spotted the lipstick mark on his shirt collar and overheard hi

him being obsessive-compulsive about clea

"Playing cards on a holiday, what should we bet on? Let's bet on

my heart compl

ight, Osmond Jennings

nd poured myself half a glass of

door lock turning

et draped over his arm, his tie loosely un

hing but a black

eas. The thin straps rested on my delicate ski

I had made such a bold

mbling softly, "Tonight, can w

ed at me

second, he grabbed my wrist with such fo

are you s

stun

ight into the bathroom, turning on the sh

ed from

you?" He pinched my chin, forcing me t

nly held my head high. "I'm your wife. Wha

d, "Do you even d

cleaning solution from the cabine

. I instinctively stepped back,

." He comma

lace, incred

omen." He looked at me expressionlessly. "Mis

back sobs. "A woman should

red mark on his collarbone, l

aching out to touch it. "Y

f my hand w

ed in

each word, "You have n

d away and stormed out, sl

ng solution stinging my skin, but the

nt, I suddenl

h cleanliness, nor did

despis

were enticing enough, compliant enough,

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