Cheating

I saw her alone in the café for weeks: voluptuous, pretty, with a body her clothes couldn’t hide. When she confessed she’d gone months without sex, I knew something was about to happen.

I knew exactly what would happen when I entered that room with him. I knew it, and still I closed the door. My husband was away, and there was too much tequila in my veins.

When I reviewed the footage from the cameras she didn’t know existed, I saw my wife with him. In our bed. And instead of getting furious, I felt something dark I hadn’t expected.

The August heat crushed the apartment courtyard, and Adrián couldn’t take his eyes off the window opposite. Mrs. Valverde had no idea she was being watched.

The image was crystal clear: her lying on his lounger, in a bikini, with a smile that wasn’t for me. What came next left me speechless.

The hot water reached our hips when her hand brushed mine by accident. Or that’s what we both said.

When the trono passed in front of me, our eyes met for a second. It was enough to end that night in a way I never could have imagined.

When she came in soaked with her friends, I knew that night was going to wreck all my plans. And when she called me by name, I understood the past never really disappears.

The first night I went out without her, I ran into Lucía, my longtime ex. And she knew all the right friends.

That night at the Pinamar restaurant, Valeria learned that a big city is really just a very small town.

Carmen appeared at my window as if she had been waiting for that moment. She didn’t leave. She made me come downstairs. What happened next was beyond anything either of us imagined.

When Don Eduardo closed the office door, Valeria knew they hadn’t come to discuss any report. They both held a secret, and that made them equals.

That morning Rodrigo closed his office door and pulled out a small gold bag. Inside was something that would change the office mornings forever.

We had been exchanging photos and audio messages for months that his wife would never see. When we finally met, everything we had imagined became real.

I was eighteen and had no experience. She had a husband, a daughter in my class, and the skill to keep me from sleeping since the first day.

She was washing dishes in rubber gloves when the other woman whispered in her ear how much she’d enjoyed her husband.

When she opened the door in that tight dress, I knew that afternoon was going to change everything I thought I knew about myself and my limits.

Soaked clothes clung to their bodies, rain hammered the barn roof, and they had no excuse left to keep their distance. That was how their affair began.

I was alone in my bedroom when I heard the door open. He hadn’t knocked or announced himself. And I was barely dressed.

Three months alone in Singapore for work, a free Saturday, and a masseur who didn’t ask too many questions. That’s how the afternoon I never planned began.