Finding an empty foil packet in my husband's jeans wouldn't have been surprising - if we'd actually used those in the last decade.
I gave up everything for him and in return, he betrayed me in the worst way.
Sliding down a stripper pole five nights a week isn't exactly my dream job.
But I did it.
With my life in shambles, I have to find the strength to start again.
The very last thing I need is a distraction in the form of a feisty, curvaceous stripper.
When her version of a lap dance catches more than just my attention, I have to see where she leads me.
It can't be forever.
But whatever it is - I'll take it.