Handsome Husband and Abstinent Suitor

My husband, Logan Ridley, who I'd only married a few months ago, hadn't been home.

I couldn't remember his face, and he didn't recall my name.

It was like we were strangers in a marriage.

The neighbors thought I was single. I found a note on my Porsche Cayenne, which had been parked for months without being touched.

The handwriting was ornate and charming, with a touch of naive, youthful energy.

[Hey, rich lady, I live downstairs. I'm 6'3" with an eight-pack. Want to come to feel it? Here's my contact...]