When I found out about David’s affair, I was devastated. We’d been married for ten years, and I thought we were happy. But his late nights at the office and secretive behavior had finally made sense when I found the messages on his phone. The betrayal cut deep, and the anger and hurt bubbled within me, demanding an outlet.
At first, I considered confronting him directly, demanding answers and possibly counseling. But then, a different idea began to form. If he could betray our vows so easily, why shouldn’t he feel the sting of betrayal himself?
Enter Alex, my old college friend who had recently moved back to town. We’d always had a spark, but timing was never right. Now, he was single, successful, and still had that mischievous glint in his eye. When I reached out to him, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was looking for—maybe just a distraction, maybe something more.
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