I Want Your Husband

“I want your husband,” the viper says, looking me straight in the eyes, “—for good.”

I’m at a loss for words at such audacity.

“He suits me,” she continues, predatory, “I feel he’s my person.”

“Well, actually, he’s married. To me!”

“Not a wall—move over.”

“You’re wasting your effort,” I grind out through my teeth. “He loves me.”

“And we’ll see…”