Maddox had the audacity to sit there and tell me the infection burning and itching between my legs, the thick yellowish discharge was just some “toilet infection.”

A toilet infection.

As if I’m some kind of fool. As if I didn’t walk into our bedroom two weeks before the wedding and catch him balls-deep in Tovia—my childhood best friend, the same Tovia whose mother and mine were pregnant at the same time, who grew up sleeping over at my house, braiding each other’s hair, sharing ...