I never thought I’d question my desires. I never thought I’d stand at the edge of something so uncertain, feeling both exhilarated and afraid. My life has always been clear, predictable—a loving husband, a stable home, a future mapped out in careful detail. And yet, ever since my boss entered the picture, I feel like I’m unraveling in ways I never expected.

It’s not just his presence; it’s the way he makes me feel. Alive. Daring. Completely undone. It’s in the way his eyes linger on mine a moment too long, the way his voice dips just enough to send a shiver down my spine. He doesn’t need to touch me to set my skin on fire. He doesn’t need to say anything suggestive for me to feel the weight of something unspoken between us.

At first, I ignored it, chalking it up to harmless attraction. But as time passes, I find myself drawn to him in ways that feel both thrilling and dangerous. Around him, I am not just a wife, not just the woman I’ve always been—I am someone new, someone reckless, someone who craves more than the safety of routine.

I tell myself I won’t cross the line. I tell myself this is just a fleeting moment of weakness. But deep down, I know the truth. This isn’t just about him. This is about me. About what I want, about what I crave. And that realization scares me more than anything.