My husband was incredible in bed—so good that we had to get creative every single time. He'd always say, "Baby, I could die happy right here inside you." I believed him. But I had a lower drive, so I studied everything I could to keep up with him. Then one night, he said he was hosting dinner for an old friend. I showed up at the bar—and overheard their conversation. "Adrian, is your wife really that wild?" "Why would he lie? Adrian trained her himself." "And Selena?" Adrian took a slow drag of his cigarette. "She's different. She's too delicate. I'd never do that to her." That was the moment I started to hate him. I called my boss. "I'll take that overseas post."