Betrayal. I Will (Not) Be Happy Without You

“What if your wife finds out about us?” the girl flirts. “Forget her,” my husband answers. “So I’m right—you have nothing under your dress? “Only stockings, as you asked,” her voice purrs. “Then why do you need her? She’s barren and aging. I can give you a child—unlike her.” “We don’t have much time. Lean on the hood and prove to me you’re not the kind of log she is.” The woman’s victorious laughter cuts through my ears. My husband’s excited moan shatters my heart to pieces. I thought he’d cooled off on me because I lost our unborn child. It turns out he just took himself a lover. And right now he’s going to disappear with her.