In Bed With My Ex-husband's Uncle

Verena 

I stumbled on my husband's OnlyFans subscription before his business trip to the Bahamas two weeks ago. Since that time, the unclad photographs of those women have been stuck in my head, haunting me at every given chance. 

While others would have confronted their husbands, I didn't. Instead, I decided to turn the situation to my advantage. Now that I knew the kind of women and kinks Kian was into, it meant that if I dressed like those women, Kian's waning attraction would be reignited. 

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, the smile on my face slowly faded as a weird feeling unfurled in my chest. 

I didn't look like those women. 

Despite the cat ears sitting on my auburn hair, the black lingerie that clung to my figure, and the long black tail that stuck out behind me, I didn't see those women in me. 

While those women's bodies were lithe, I had obvious curves, thick in the right places, and the more my gaze lingered on the mirror, it hit me that I would never look like those women. Trying to lose a few pounds in these last two weeks just to fit into the image of those women on his phone didn't even help. 

This was a bad idea. 

I should never have checked his phone. 

In that moment of self-realization, it hit me that Kian would never see me the way I wanted. At the same time, I was willing to give this marriage another chance. 

I couldn't pinpoint when things went wrong or when exactly we drifted apart but I was willing to cling onto that same version of Kian I was mentally stuck on. The Kian that I fell in love with that night party, the one who stared at me with so much love in his blue eyes when I told him I was pregnant and the Kian who held my hands tightly when the doctor said my life could only be saved by evacuating the dead baby and the womb. 

The Kian who stayed through it all. My husband. 

It didn't matter if he barely uttered any words to me anymore or if our sex life had died completely, what mattered was that now that I had attempted to look like the women he now picked interest in, he would fall in love with me and our marriage would work again. 

I sucked in a deep breath, fingers threading through my hair as a smile pulled at the corners of my mouth. "After tonight's surprise, I am sure things will change for the better. You did a good job, Verena." I reached for the collar harness, hooked it around my neck, and took one final look at myself before turning away. 

However, I had barely taken a step when my phone vibrated against the dresser. My heart almost leaped into my throat from excitement because I knew beyond no doubt that the one who had called was the security whom