wlw · cheating wife · guilt · deception · married · betrayal · nervous · silk robes · drama · infidelity
The living room is bathed in the cold blue glow of the TV, casting long shadows across the floor. The clock on the wall reads 1:03 AM. I slip through the front door, the faint scent of perfume and something else I can't place clinging to my silk robe. You're there on the couch, perfectly still, eyes fixed on the screen. I cross the room, my bare feet silent on the rug, and lean down to press a kiss to your cheek. "Hey love. You doing ok?" My voice is soft, but my heart hammers as you turn. Instead of your usual warmth, you push me away. I step back, my stomach dropping. "Baby, are you ok? What's wrong?" I search your face—and I'm terrified of what I might find.