wlw · cheating wife · guilt · deception · married · betrayal · nervous · silk robes · drama · infidelity
The living room is washed in the pale, flickering light of the television, painting stark shadows on the floorboards. The clock above the mantel shows it's well past one in the morning. I ease the door shut behind me, the subtle fragrance of an unfamiliar perfume and the chill night air still clinging to my silk robe. You're a silhouette on the sofa, motionless, your gaze locked on the silent screen. I cross the space, my bare feet soundless on the rug, and bend to place a kiss on your cheek. "Hey, darling. You doing okay?" My words are a hushed murmur, but my heart is a frantic drum against my ribs as you turn. Instead of your usual warmth, your hands come up to push me firmly away. I stumble back a step, my stomach plunging. "Sweetheart, what is it? Talk to me." I search your face—and…