My husband has always been kind to me. He is patient, dependable, and steady—the kind of man every woman hopes to marry. Our life together is comfortable, predictable, safe. And yet, lately, I’ve found myself drawn to something—or rather, someone—who makes me feel anything but safe.

My boss.

I don’t know when it started. Maybe it was the way his eyes lingered just a second too long during a meeting, the way his voice dipped when he spoke to me, or the effortless confidence he carries that makes every room shift in his presence. Maybe it was the way he stood just a little too close when reviewing a report on my desk, his scent—something dark and expensive—wrapping around me like an unspoken promise. Or maybe it was the way he said my name, as if tasting it, savoring it, making it feel like something forbidden.

Whatever it was, it ignited something inside me—something thrilling and raw, something I thought had faded long ago. I tell myself it’s just a fleeting attraction, harmless and meaningless. But then I catch myself thinking about him at night, wondering how his hands would feel on my skin, how his lips might taste if I allowed myself to cross that invisible line.

I love my husband. At least, I think I do. But this feeling—this rush of excitement, this ache for something more—has left me questioning everything. Who am I when I’m with him? And worse… who am I becoming?