His Female Buddy Disrupted Our Wedding Night; I Annulled

On my wedding night, I lay shyly under the covers in the new lace set I'd bought. But when the covers were pulled back, it was Sybilla, my husband Terry's female "buddy." She burst out of the closet and lunged at me, holding up her phone to film the whole thing, laughing her head off. "See that? Terry, you dog, you lost. It really is lace, not cat ears." "A bet's a bet. Your punishment is you only get to hang out with the boys today. No touching your soft, sweet little wife."