My bubble finally burst. All this time, I believed I was cheating on my husband without his knowledge, buoyed higher and higher from the thrill of it all. But he knew. Worse, he cheated on me first.
My life was a lie even before I started lying. With E still coursing through my veins, I spun out of control and jumped off the deep end. Kitten knew hundreds of men. And within minutes, they were all invited to my house for a blowout. We drank, laughed, screwed, and went to jail.
Now, I’m in rehab. They’re trying to cure me of my compulsive disorder—to lay Kitten to rest. What they don’t realize is that Kitten died when she saw her husband in bed with another man.