What I Saw in the Laundry Room Ended My Marriage
An hour before dinner, the kids were watching cartoons in the living room and I crossed the garden looking for my wife. The laundry room door was ajar.
An hour before dinner, the kids were watching cartoons in the living room and I crossed the garden looking for my wife. The laundry room door was ajar.
Between boxes, with the door barely closed, she bit her lip to keep from screaming while I held her against my chest. No one could hear us.
Mateo nodded toward me and went upstairs. I followed without thinking, knowing his girlfriend was my best friend and that nothing could stop us anymore.
I put on a miniskirt and heels that Thursday when I had the house to myself. I was only going to flirt for a while. That’s what I told myself as he shut the camera room door behind us.
When the stranger in the seat beside her started staring at her legs, she didn't close them. Neither did I do anything to stop him.
I let my sandal fall without anyone seeing. My foot found his leg under the table, and when I touched him, I knew there was no going back.
The candle burned out. The darkness was absolute. And then I felt a hand moving up my thigh that wasn't my husband's. It was only a second, but it changed everything.