When my husband’s best friend made the shocking $1 million offer, I didn’t know how to process it. The idea was absurd, insulting even, and I assumed my husband would feel the same. But when I told him, expecting anger or disbelief, he surprised me. Instead of outrage, he was calm. Too calm.

He looked me straight in the eye and said, “I trust you completely. I know you’d never do anything that would hurt us. But if you think this could help us—help our future—then it’s your choice.” His words were meant to reassure me, but they didn’t. Instead, they left me spinning.

“It’s just one night,” he added casually, as though we were discussing a business transaction. “And the money could change everything for us.”

The knot in my stomach tightened. I felt sick. Was this trust, or indifference? Did he really value me, or was he willing to let someone else have me because the price was right? I wanted to believe it was the former, but deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Suddenly, the million dollars didn’t matter. This wasn’t about money anymore—it was about what this meant for us, for our marriage. Did I want a relationship where I had to prove my worth with my choices? Where my husband wouldn’t fight for me, but instead let me be someone else’s for the right price?

I realized the answer to his question wasn’t about whether or not I would say yes—it was about whether or not I could stay in a marriage where saying yes was even an option.