My Sex Addict Husband Just Dismissed My Weekly Prostitution and I’m Scared He’s Onto Me

Now I’m worried he’s racing me to the judge’s stand with divorce papers in hand and my replacement waiting in the wings.

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At 39, I never imagined I’d do the “walk of shame” — especially not in front of $17 million waterfront mansions, while their likely more functional inhabitants kept a watchful eye over their yachts docked across the way at Balboa Island. Yet, here I was, a stranger to this part of my neighborhood, acting like a suspicious spy casing the mega-rich’s estates while reeling from the morning’s shocking events.

Tourists and criminals peered into these homes looking for easy-to-grab valuables, 8-figure views, and vulnerable entry points. I, on the other hand, squinted through the narrow sheets of exposed glass looking for something very different: sex. Well, to be more specific — and honest — I was looking for romance. Is that weird?

Having coexisted with my husband in a marriage that reads more like sexual servitude on my part and financial provisions on his, I wondered how many of our neighboring ultra rich couples enjoyed a partnership more reminiscent of…normalcy. Judging by the 80-year-old pulling out in his red Ferrari and the 20-something…