Summary: Betrayal is not an excuse. I froze in shock. My husband—he… he dropped to his knees in front of her. Those strong hands—the very hands that every night held me in their embrace—began doing something unimaginable with her luxurious body. He poured oil along her spine, gently rubbed it into her skin, and his fingers… they were everywhere! Everywhere… I bit my fist in despair. Classic plot, damn it!