Deceit

“Cooperation is the only currency you have,” the message said. Mariana put the phone down, knowing she would obey again, just like last time.

Two months pregnant, I opened my phone and saw my husband with a coworker. I didn’t cry as much as I expected: I started counting how many fucks he owed me.

My wife left for work and I was left alone with my reports. Then I heard the key in the lock and she came in, unannounced, in that red miniskirt.

I went out to clear my head with a bottle of tequila still in my hand. I had no idea that crossing paths with him in the hallway would change everything that night.

When he brushed her forearm as he left the restaurant, Marina knew it hadn’t ended at the table. He was her husband’s best friend.

She came down from the empty stands in a red dress that left nothing to the imagination. The coach still didn’t know that afternoon would change everything.

The complaints about the noise ended in a dinner. And the dinner turned into something Daniel never imagined he would witness with his own eyes, inside his own house.

When Diego left me the car and went home with the child, I never imagined I’d end the night against a bathroom wall with another man’s mouth on my neck.

The emergency door was locked and my wife was trapped on the other side with him. Only a plaster wall separated us. Then I started hearing.

I went down to the pool thinking I was only looking for the gym and some sun. I had no idea they’d already decided what they’d do with me once the husbands closed their eyes.

I found him half-naked in the kitchen’s dim light, and his gaze traveled over my nightgown. In that instant I knew there would be no turning back.

When the dressing room door opened, I knew it wasn’t my assistant. It was him, and he had that look that made me choose between desire and guilt.

At the wedding everyone was looking at her in a way I never had. That night she came up to get me and I passed out drunk. What happened after that I only found out at dawn.

At three in the morning the first message arrived. A woman tied to an unknown bed and a sentence that froze my blood: “this beauty is your wife.”

The night before my wedding I prepared myself alone in the hotel suite. What my future husband didn’t know was who I was really preparing for.

Bruno’s curiosity awakened something in me I could no longer control: I wanted my trainer to touch me for real, not just in my words.

She perched on the edge of the desk, opened her jacket, and said in a hoarse voice: “Now you can clear up your doubts.” And I knew that afternoon wasn’t ending in the office.

She only wanted to understand her body before getting married. She never imagined that therapy group would lead her to betray everything she believed about herself.

Three days without thinking about anything except the smell of hot rubber and his hands on me. And my husband, without knowing it, gave me the perfect excuse to go back.

Every morning she chose a different garment knowing it would end up torn on the living room floor. What she hadn’t accounted for was the day the door opened early.