Finding an empty foil packet in my husband’s jeans wouldn’t have been surprising—if we’d actually used those in the last decade.

I gave up everything for him and in return, he betrayed me in the worst way.

Sliding down a stripper pole five nights a week isn’t exactly my dream job.

But I did it.

For him.

With my life in shambles, I have to find the strength to start again.

The very last thing I need is a distraction in the form of a feisty, curvaceous stripper.

When her version of a lap dance catches more than just my attention—I have to see where she leads me.

It can’t be forever.

But whatever it is—I’ll take it.

For now.

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