Throughout the 2 years Gavin Stone and I had been married, he had one particular habit in bed. Whenever things became intimate, he covered my eyes with a silk tie. I believed him when he said it was just a private game between us in the bedroom, until the tie slipped off tonight. In the dim light, I saw a phone propped on the nightstand, connected to a live video call. On-screen, my best friend, Melissa Rhodes, wore a barely-there camisole, biting her lip as she watched. Gavin didn't stop. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at the camera and smiled. "Missy, can you see clearly? The positions you taught me are definitely more interesting than having her just lie there stiff as a board." My mind went blank. I shoved him away with all my strength. "Wendy, what is wrong with you? If you didn't lie there in silence every time, do you think I'd need Melissa to coach me online?" On the screen, Melissa adjusted her clothes and put on a wounded expression. "Wendy, don't misunderstand. I just felt bad that Gavin was so frustrated. I only wanted to help save your marriage." I stared at the two of them flirting through the screen and went completely numb. What I had believed was intimacy between my husband and me was nothing more than a filthy game they used to entertain themselves.