Betrayal: After It

“Don’t torture me,” the stranger playfully asks my husband. “Yes, baby,” he answers—and the room is filled with her loud moan, while my heart, turning into a piece of glass, falls to the floor and shatters, just like the mirror in which I see them sprawled together on a wide bed.***Twelve years of marriage seemed like a long time. But ours turned into ruins. One wrong step, and it was as if there had never been love tying us together. Now I stand on the threshold, not knowing what to do. Forgive—or whisper the last “Goodbye!”