After my husband rented me to someone else for the white moonlight, I didn't want him anymore.

My fiancé was dirt poor. So poor I had to fashion my wedding dress from a mosquito net, but I wouldn't have had it any other way.

During our rare vacation, when we'd finally saved enough for a trip, Blake left me in the car while I was sleeping and walked away.

Men stuck on the highway took turns, one after another, in the car, but I was completely unaware.

When we finally got to the Airbnb, he, usually so reserved and controlled, started playing increasingly twisted games.