My Husband Wanted an Open Marriage or a Divorce, So I Agreed — Six Months
The words hung in the air, a challenge wrapped in a plea. Mark’s eyes flicked between us, a mix of defiance and curiosity swimming in their depths. He hesitated, thumb hovering over the screen before locking his phone and tossing it onto the couch with a dismissive shrug. “Fine. Talk.”
Ben glanced at me, a brief, reassuring nod that sent a shiver of resolve down my spine. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers interlocked—a stance of earnestness, of vulnerability. “This situation,” he began, gesturing between the three of us, “is unsustainable. We’ve been dancing around it for months.”
