Souls and Sorrows

Nobody asked him to step in.
I had everything under control, but by the time I shuffled onstage, there was no chance to stop him.
Men ogled and touched as I offered my body and soul to the highest bidder, and I could tell my stranger didn’t like what he saw.
Or maybe he did.
Maybe he liked it too much, and that was why his number shot up.

A quarter billion dollars and one existential crisis later, Cash Primrose was dragging me down the aisle in the name of convenience.
I suppose it could be worse.
My new husband treats me as an equal, which is more than most women in my world get.
Still, I find myself constantly expecting the…