My Drunk Wife Called My Best Friend 'Honey'Chapter 1

At the college reunion party, my wife got drunk, collapsed into my best friend's arms, and called him "honey."

"Morris, don't forget to come over early tomorrow night. I bought a new pair of lace panties—red, your favorite..."

The private room went dead silent.

Morris Simmons waved his hands at me in a panic. "Nate, this is a misunderstanding. She's had too much to drink. She doesn't know what she's saying."

But the very next second, my wife yanked the silk scarf from her neck. "I'm not drunk. Look—these hickeys? All from you. We went at it for two days straight..."

My mind went blank. I'd been away on a business trip for three months and only got home today. Which meant those marks on her neck—marks left after sex—were from my best friend.

...

The humiliation burned hotter by the second. I shot to my feet, grabbed Valerie Harding by the arm, and hauled her off Morris's lap.

"Valerie. Say that again. I dare you."

They say liquor makes people brave. They also say it makes them honest.