It was an ordinary evening like any other. I was sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine, when my husband suddenly turned to me with an expression I couldn’t quite place. “You know,” he began, his tone casual but loaded with something unspoken, “I’ve been thinking about how we could improve our finances.”

I looked up, curious but unsuspecting of what was coming next. “Okay,” I said. “What’s your idea?”

He hesitated for only a moment before saying, “What if you pursued a career in the adult film industry?”

I froze, certain I must have misheard him. “Excuse me?” I said, narrowing my eyes.

“I’m serious,” he replied, leaning forward. “It’s a lucrative option, and you’ve got the looks for it. You’d be incredible in that field.”

I stared at him, trying to process his words. “You want me to…? Are you kidding?”

“No,” he said firmly. “Think about it. You’d make great money, and it’s just a job—nothing more. It’s acting, really. And before you ask, no, I wouldn’t feel jealous. I trust you completely. It wouldn’t bother me at all to see you working in that environment.”

The room fell silent for a long moment. My thoughts were racing. Was this some kind of test? A joke? But his expression was sincere, almost encouraging.

“Do you really think this would help us?” I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief.

“Yes,” he said. “Not just financially, but for our relationship too. It could strengthen us. Taking on something this unconventional together could make us closer. We’d be partners in every sense.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The suggestion felt surreal, like something out of a bad movie. And yet, there he was, completely earnest, presenting this as a viable solution to our financial struggles.

The rest of the night, I couldn’t stop replaying his words in my mind. Was this a reflection of his trust in me, or something deeper I hadn’t yet uncovered? Could I ever seriously consider such a thing? The idea left me questioning everything—about him, about us, and about myself.