My wife traded me
Couple days later, I got home from work exhausted once again, tie already loosened, shoulders heavy from another day of Carlos riding me. The apartment was quiet when I walked in. Kristen wasn’t there, she had texted me earlier saying she was “running a quick errand downstairs.” I didn’t ask what kind of errand anymore. I dropped my bag by the door and pulled out my own phone to check messages. That’s when I saw it. A new group chat notification. The name at the top made my stomach drop instantly: “Building Husbands” It had been created only thirty minutes ago and the admin was Brad. I opened it with shaking fingers. There were already several messages. I recognized some of the numbers immediately: Ryan from the café, Mark from the 8th floor, Steve from …