Chapter 2

I decided to throw the dilemma out the window.

Who cared? We were on vacation, and feeling good was all that mattered!

For the rest of the trip, I drowned in the tender affections of two men. It became addicting.

Time flew by fast, and soon our honeymoon was coming to an end.

I figured this weird arrangement would naturally end once we returned home.

But then Tyler suggested moving in with us.

"No way!" I refused immediately without a second thought.

No matter how much I craved this fantasy, I couldn't let it become a permanent reality.

Play with fire long enough, and you're bound to get burned.

If our friends or family ever found out about this, I would never be able to show my face again.

Justin and Tyler, however, teamed up to persuade me.

Justin claimed his corporate job kept him swamped and unable to give me enough attention.

Tyler worked remotely from home, so he had plenty of time to take care of me. They claimed they complemented each other perfectly.

Faced with their relentless sweet-talk, combined with my own secret obsession with this dynamic, I crumbled again.

When I nodded in agreement, both of them beamed with excitement—almost too excited.

A flicker of unease tugged at my gut, but I brushed it off.

The three of us flew back home together. I had planned to set strict ground rules with Tyler, but the moment we walked through the door, the two men scooped me up and carried me straight to bed.

"You're breathtaking, babe. I'm obsessed with your body."

"I'm so turned on right now. I wish this could last forever."

Tyler's whispers grazed my ear, and lust consumed my senses once more.

I had only read about these unconventional polyamorous relationships online; I never thought it would become my actual life.

My husband really found me a boy toy, and we were actually living together under one roof!

This shameless, decadent domestic life went on for three months.

During this time, the three of us lived in bizarre harmony. Even when I went to inspect my medical aesthetic spa, my staff showered me with compliments, saying marriage had given me an irresistible, radiant glow.

Lately, however, I noticed things were shifting...

In the beginning, whenever I had my period, Justin would stay in the master bedroom with me while Tyler slept in the guest room.

Over time, Justin began preferring to sleep in the guest room, leaving Tyler in my bed.

I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Why was Tyler acting more like the head of the house than my husband?

At first, I thought I was just overthinking. But gradually, Tyler grew bolder and bolder around me, practically treating Justin like thin air.

Fear started creeping in.

One weekend, while Tyler was out running errands, I locked the front door, determined to have a private talk with Justin.

Justin was as sweet and patient as always, and I laid all my worries bare.

He didn't get mad at all. Instead, he calmly assured me that it was nothing to worry about and that I was stressing over nothing.

I remained skeptical until Tyler came home carrying a luxury gift box.

Inside was a designer handbag I had been eyeing for months—one I had hesitated to buy because of its steep price tag.

He had bought it for me!

"Tyler's been wanting to give you a surprise for a while," Justin said with a laugh, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I told him not to waste his money, but he was so stubborn about it that I finally gave in."

Justin added that Tyler had spent almost his entire savings on this bag for me.

Guilt flooded my chest. I tried to refuse the expensive gift several times, but Tyler dramatically tore up the receipt right in front of my face.

My doubts and suspicions about Tyler melted away.