Husband’s Childhood Sweetheart Humiliated Me, He Begged Me Back

At our daughter’s three-month milestone party, my husband Garrett’s so-called "best friend" publicly humiliated me.

“Hey, Vivian. I heard you're a little loose down there after popping out the kid.”

"If it's that bad, you better get some tightening surgery quick—don't wanna mess up your marriage vibes!"

Garrett shot her a playful glare and snapped,

"Knock it off, Scarlett! You can't just say whatever pops into your head."

Then he turned to me with a breezy shrug.

"She's just like that—total tomboy. We grew up together; she means no harm."

Scarlett shook her half-exposed breast and pouted,

"Oh, come on, don't take it personally, Vivian. Honestly, I'm kind of jealous of you."

"See, my problem is the opposite. I'm way too tight—hurts like hell during my period. No clue who's gonna get lucky with this later."

Then she cut her eyes toward Garrett with a playful wink.

" Oh right, you've tried it before, haven't you?"

The room went dead silent. Every pair of eyes drifted toward me, barely concealing their curiosity.

I smiled, set down my wine glass, and looked at Scarlett with fake concern.

"That's strange. I don't remember making it that tight when I did your surgery."

In the stunned silence, someone finally burst out laughing.

"Damn, Vivian's got bite! First person I've ever seen shut Scarlett up!"

Others jumped in, cracking jokes to ease the tension.

Garrett seized the moment, sliding an arm around me and murmuring in my ear, "Scarlett was just looking out for us. You know how she is -- no filter. Why do you have to go at her like that?"

Then he turned to Scarlett, his voice dripping with indulgent warmth. "See what happens when you run your mouth? Vivian shut you right down. Now go apologize."

Scarlett swallowed whatever was boiling behind her expression and raised her glass toward me.

"Alright, alright. You got me, Vivian. That mouth of yours is something else."

"Look, I basically grew up with these guys -- we've known each other since we were kids. They talk about anything and everything in front of me."

"I just got carried away. No hard feelings, okay?"

One of Garrett's friends rushed to smooth things over. "Exactly! Vivian, you're a miracle surgeon -- don't stoop to this tomboy's level."

"She's basically one of the guys with a push-up bra! Ha!"

The table erupted again. Scarlett played along, thrusting out her chest. "Oh, come on. With a body like this? You guys have been plenty lucky."

She turned to me. "Vivian, isn't my figure the best you've ever worked on?"

Garrett gave her a quiet "That's enough."

I looked at her sculpted curves -- every contour the product of my own hands -- and the corner of my mouth twitched.

Of course it was the best. I made it.

I spoke up again, this time letting my professional tone carry across the room.

"Scarlett, if you're really experiencing the kind of tightness you described, it could be post-surgical hypertrophic