A few weeks ago, I made a decision that I wish I could take back. I went out with some friends, just a normal night of drinks and laughs, but everything went wrong from there. I invited a guy friend to meet us—someone my husband didn’t know about, someone I’d been keeping to myself. As the night wore on, I drank more than usual, caught up in the fun, in the attention, in the thrill of being out without any responsibilities weighing me down.

My husband started blowing up my phone. Call after call, text after text, asking where I was, who I was with, and why I wasn’t answering. He had a feeling—maybe he’d known for a while that something wasn’t right. I could sense his frustration through the screen, his fear of what was happening behind his back. But instead of answering, instead of going home with my friends, I ignored him. I stayed with this guy, letting the alcohol and the excitement take control.

My friends left, taking an Uber back home, leaving me alone with him. That’s when things really spiraled. We wandered to a nearby park, far from the bars and the noise of the city, where it was just the two of us under the stars. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the loneliness I’d been feeling, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not my marriage, not my husband’s calls, not the life we had built together.

At that park, I gave him what should have only ever belonged to my husband. The night felt surreal, like I was watching someone else make these choices, and yet, I was fully aware of what I was doing. I knew it was wrong. I knew I was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed, but it felt like I couldn’t stop myself.

Afterwards, the weight of it all hit me, but it was too late. I had ruined everything for one night, for one reckless, impulsive moment that I couldn’t take back. By the time I got home, my husband knew. He didn’t say much, but the look in his eyes said it all. He knew something had happened, even if I hadn’t told him yet.

Now, every time I look at him, every time I see his hurt and confusion, I wonder how I could have let it get this far. How one night of giving in to temptation could cost me everything we’ve built over the years. I ruined my marriage for one night, and I don’t know if it will ever be the same again.