Our Anniversary Tattoo Marked the End of My Marriage — Novel

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On the day they marked seven years of marriage with matching tattoos, Keagan’s world shatters. What should have been a celebration turns into a humiliation that cuts deeper than ink on skin. When a careless joke from tattoo artist Fritz Porter leaves Keagan branded with a shameful phrase instead of Rosalie’s name, the tension between husband and wife ignites. Why does Rosalie stand up for the boy who’s turned their anniversary into a spectacle?

As the laughter of friends fades into an uncomfortable silence, Keagan realizes that the bonds he thought were unbreakable are more fragile than he believed. With every taunt and every protective gesture from Rosalie, he feels the ground shift beneath him. Their love, once a fortress, now teeters on the edge of betrayal. In a twisted game of pride and power, Keagan finds himself pushed to the limits, wondering just how far he will go to reclaim his dignity and keep Rosalie by his side.

In a world where loyalty is tested and love becomes a battlefield, will they rise from the ashes of embarrassment, or will the ink of their past write a different ending?

Our Anniversary Tattoo Marked the End of My MarriageChapter 1

On our seventh year anniversary, Rosalie Snyder and I chose to tattoo each other's names on our bodies.

After the tattoo was complete, I woke up dizzy.

But saw that my chest carried the phrase “Top Begging Dog of Nashville” in six bold letters.

Seeing my look go dark at once, tattoo artist Fritz Porter covered his mouth, chuckling.

“Anyway, you just depend on women, did I tattoo it wrong?”

I hurled the cup right then.

Pieces of porcelain shot toward Fritz like scattered stars.

The very next moment, Rosalie nearly rushed forward, fully blocking him behind her.

She creased her brows at me, irritation tucked beneath her words.

“Fritz is young, only teasing, is it really needed to be this upset?”

I fixed my eyes on Rosalie’s loosened neckline.

Where my name should have been marked, the three words “Fritz” were plainly burned there.

Fritz leaned his head out, stuck his tongue forward, and his voice was childlike.

“Rosalie said my name sounded good last time.”

“So I teased with Rosalie, big brother won’t get angry, right?”

——

My expression sank.

Before I could answer, several of Rosalie’s friends came inside laughing.