Forbidden

He climbed those five floors to confront his girlfriend’s mother. He had no idea her husband was home, or what proposal would come out of his mouth that afternoon.

My wife left for work and I was left alone with my reports. Then I heard the key in the lock and in she came, without warning, in that red miniskirt.

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.

I came out of the shower dripping, thinking it was my mother at the door. But when I opened it, there she was—the only woman I could never get out of my head.

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

“I started thinking and came up with a few ideas,” he wrote. Three hours later, a stranger was ringing our doorbell.

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.

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.

I held her gaze while I lied, my hand still remembering his skin trembling against the cup, praying she wouldn’t put the pieces together.

I told Andrés that therapy was helping me clear my head. I didn’t tell him that every session left my body shaking and my conscience split in two.

At three in the morning I sent my personal number to the client. When her name appeared on my phone, I knew I’d already crossed a point of no return.

Each excuse she gave my fiancé was more elaborate than the last. I left that office trembling, aching, and with a smile I couldn’t hide.

—I need you to sleep with my fiancée —he told me, as calmly as if he were asking the time. And I still didn’t know the trip would change me more than it changed them.

I climbed the fourteen stairs with the cold stuck to my clothes and the secret stuck to my skin: no one in the building imagined what was happening one floor below.

Marisol sat on the armchair in her robe. She had just filmed her revenge with the man her husband despised most, and there was no turning back.

I had promised Daniel I would never look at another man. And yet, when he closed the door to that room, I was the one who took the first step.

I kept telling myself it was only part of the therapy, that it was nothing personal. But with another man’s cum running down my thighs, I didn’t believe a single word of it anymore.

When Diego came out of the shower with his towel barely tied, Lucía knew that week was going to be very hard to endure in silence.

I opened the door expecting an awkward visit. I never imagined that man would make me kneel in my own kitchen and forget completely that I was his daughter-in-law.

When she crossed the workshop threshold that night, she knew she would leave as a different woman. She wasn’t going to resist. She was going to surrender, because her husband’s life depended on it.