Chapter Eight
Lela’s jaw dropped in shock. “You did?”
Betty Lou chuckled at her astonishment. “My situation was a bit different from yours, though. My husband and I were a good fit, our s*x life was very… healthy, if ya know what I mean.” She took a sip of her coffee and winked over the edge of the rim.
“I know what you mean.” Lela grinned.
“A few years into our marriage, my husband became disinterested. He’d always make excuses—he was tired, stressed, busy. I tried talking to him, tried being seductive to entice him. But he had absolutely no interest. It crushed me.” She paused for a moment, and Lela could see the decades-old hurt reflected in her eyes before she blinked it away and continued. “I thought I’d done something wrong, that I wasn’t being the proper wife.”
Lela frowned.
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