The One Who Falls Out of Love First Will Never Find Love

On the day of our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband’s best friend leaned toward him with a grin and asked in French,

“So? How did your little assistant taste?”

My husband calmly placed a slice of my favorite cantaloupe on my plate—the perfect picture of a devoted husband.

Then he answered in the same language, as casually as if they were discussing the weather.

“Young. Tender.”

“Remember to keep it from my wife. If she ever finds out, she’ll leave me.”

The entire group burst into laughter, each of them promising to keep his secret.