My Husband Chose His Ex, So I Chose His Rival

On the day my physical therapist husband, Ethan, got promoted, I received a photo from a coworker.

In the therapy room, Ethan was holding his ex-girlfriend's waist. They were staring into each other's eyes, and he was leaning over her, pinning her down on the table.

I printed that photo out and placed it on the nightstand.

Late that night, Ethan came home smelling of sweet orange blossom cologne. He froze when he saw the photo on the nightstand, but quickly recovered and started explaining.

"Avery, you know this is just my job."