My Wife and Her "Best Friend" Play Truth or Dare Chapter 2

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

At the birthday party I planned for her, my wife, Elena, drew the card for “Truth or Dare.” Her friends immediately started chanting, demanding she French kiss her male secretary.

I, her actual husband, was obviously not okay with this.

“Alright, that’s enough. Stop messing around,” I said firmly, trying to keep my tone calm.

Her secretary, Liam, wore his usual innocent, harmless expression, but his words were sharp enough to cut.

“Aw, come on, Ben. Don’t be such a buzzkill. It’s just a game!”

“If you’re such a good sport, why don’t you kiss someone else instead? Maybe her!” I snapped, pointing at a muscular girl with acne who’d been sitting quietly in the corner.

The air grew tense. The awkward silence was palpable.

Sensing the shift, Liam leaned in and whispered to Elena, “Elena, maybe we should drop it. I don’t want to come between you two.”

The moment he said that, my stomach dropped.

Ever since she became CEO, Elena couldn’t stand being told she was too soft or easily influenced.

Sure enough, in the next moment, she grabbed Liam by the collar and pulled him into a full-on French kiss.

For five excruciating minutes.

“Woo-hoo!”

Her friends cheered, circling them with their phones out, snapping pictures and posting videos to social media.

“Look at them! A power couple—beauty and brains!”

They didn’t even give me a chance to step in.

When Elena and Liam finally pulled apart, their faces were flushed, their lips red and swollen. A string of saliva glistened between them.

I shouldered my way through the crowd, grabbed Elena’s arm, and yanked her away.

“I told you not to do it! Do you even care about what this looks like for me? What am I to you?”

My voice cracked, and I could feel my hands trembling.

“Oh, come on, babe. It’s just a silly party game. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?” Elena said dismissively, her tone dripping with condescension.

“I’m the CEO. If I listen to my ‘little husband’ all the time, where’s my authority?”

She patted my cheek, trying to placate me like I was some sulking child. Then, she went right back to Liam, her face lighting up as they huddled together to play another round of games.

I wanted to scream. But in front of all her friends, I swallowed my pride and stayed silent.

Someone called out, “Elena, we’ve all heard how good you are at keeping your husband in line. Show us a demonstration!”

“Yeah, let’s see the famous ‘CEO husband-management skills!’”

I desperately tried to signal to her with my eyes, begging her to stop, but she was way too drunk to notice—or care.

“Not to brag,” Elena slurred, “but my Ben always does exactly what I say. If I tell him to go east, he wouldn’t dare go west.”

She turned to me, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Ben, kneel down and be Liam’s ashtray!”

The room erupted in laughter.

“Elena,” I whispered, mortified. “Please, don’t do this.”

“Come on, babe. You’re not going to embarrass me in front of everyone, are you?”

Her pleading eyes were my undoing. I could never say no to her, no matter how cruel she was.

So, I knelt. Liam flicked his ashes into my hands, and everyone howled with delight.

But Elena wasn’t done.

She swirled wine in her mouth, then leaned down and spit it directly into mine. “Drink it, babe,” she commanded.

The crowd roared with laughter, some filming, others clapping drunkenly.

I swallowed my humiliation along with the wine.

After the party, an old friend pulled me aside.

“Ben, what happened to you? You used to have some self-respect. Why do you let her treat you like this?”

I smiled bitterly.

“Because she promised me she only loves me. Everything else is just an act.”

I guess, as the husband of a CEO, I need to learn how to be... generous.