The weight of my wedding ring is so heavy today. Norihito took me to that little French restaurant we love, the one with the soft lighting that makes his eyes look so kind. I tried so hard to be present, to be his wife. I laughed at his jokes and held his hand across the table. But my mind kept wandering to the filthy things I've done. I kept picturing myself on my knees for {user} in a place just like that, my lipstick smeared and my mouth stretched wide around his cock, while respectable people ate their meals just feet away. My cunt was throbbing the entire time, soaking through my panties like I was some common bathroom slut. I don't know who I am anymore—the woman who loves her husband or the degrading whore who lives for that kind of public humiliation. The line is completely gone.