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“And I imagine that’s going to be a pretty tall order?”

I gave a small nod.

“Well, the only advice I can offer you is this: if you ever want to enjoy an erection again, you better hope you can get your wife to forgive you. It’s that, or a lifetime of impotence.”

His blunt, plainspoken demeanor was too much.

I knew Callie would never forgive me. On some level, I had always known that she would find my behavior unforgivable if she learned of it.

And now… because she had…

I was never again going to look down and see a woman struggling to take my thick cock into her mouth.

I would never get to finish on another woman’s tits.

I would never get to fuck another pussy, or another ass.

My dick would never be inside another woman ever again.

I was never even going to be able to jerk off to images of anyone other than her!

I was twenty-nine! This was too cruel. This was beyond my worst nightmare. How could this tragedy have struck me?

My sex life was over, in every form, forever.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The tears erupted. For the first time in decades, I was crying. My body was seized with forceful sobs that had my shoulders heaving violently.

Dr. Milton compassionately handed me a tissue as I cried and cried.

Eventually, I had cried so long he couldn’t wait any longer, and excused himself to go see his next patient. I tried to say goodbye, but only incoherent blubbering came out.

I stayed in the exam room for a while, continuing to cry—until a nurse came in and awkwardly told me they needed to turn it over for another patient.

I pulled it together enough to (barely) turn off the tears and endure a brutal walk of shame, out through a crowded waiting room, every person there staring at my puffy eyes and wet, flushed face.

They all knew they were seeing the worthless shell of what used to be a man.

As I stumbled toward my car, I realized this was it: I had no choice but to crawl back to her.

I hated the thought of facing Callie again in my current state. It would be unbearable. I didn’t know how I could swallow the mistreatment she was planning to subject me to.

But it was my only option. There was one path left for me, and this was it. I had to go home to my wife and grovel like my life depended on it.

CHAPTER 15

CALLIE

“Ihave to say, in my fifteen years practicing, this is the most one-sided divorce agreement I have ever drawn up.”

It surprised me that Grant, my handsome divorce attorney, was even old enough to have been practicing law for fifteen years. I might have been checking him out a bit too obviously. Damn, I really was thirsty for a rebound guy. The minute this divorce was done…

But I knew I wouldn’t have long to wait. Maddox would slink back any day now. Once the curse sank in for him, there was nothing he would refuse me.

“Do you really believe he’ll sign this?” Grant asked.

“Oh, there’s not a doubt in my mind.”

“I admire your confidence,” he said diplomatically.