The guilt weighed heavily on me after that night. I knew it was a mistake, a moment of weakness that could shatter our families.
The next morning, I avoided him, but the tension was palpable. We both had so much to lose. I decided I couldn’t live with the secrecy and the betrayal.
I resolved to have a serious conversation with him, making it clear that what happened must never happen again. We both needed to refocus on our marriages and our children.
But the fear of discovery haunted me, and I wondered if I should come clean to my spouse or try to bury the mistake forever, knowing that it would forever alter the course of our lives.
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