“Why don't you just marry me instead and forget poor little rich boy?" Carl asked Cyd over dinner.
“I would love to, Darling. Thing is, I know you're going to cheat on me, probably starting on our wedding night!" Cyd retorted.
“And what's wrong with that? At least, you know! A lot of these long-suffering wives don't even get to know what was wrong in their marriage. They just… suffer!"
"And suffering from full knowledge is better?"
“Well, at least you'll move on from Mr. Gorgeous. Serves him right! By the way, and I have been dying to ask you this. Have you two slept together?"
Cyd turned crimson.
“None of your business!"
Carl guffawed.
“Oh crap, you did! No wonder you look different. I think your value just went up from 18 karats to 24 karats in gold! I can see it now s
