The wife I once thought so devoted had been mocking me all along.
…
“Michael, what’s wrong?”
Sarah’s face showed a flicker of panic and concern as she leaned closer. That’s when I noticed her perfume carried the same scent as Daniel’s cologne.
At first, I hadn’t paid attention to these details, but now I understood.
I sat there, soulless, staring blankly at the sofa. Even when shards of glass pierced my palm, I felt no pain compared to the agony in my chest.
I wanted to believe it was a misunderstanding—a cruel joke they were playing on me.
But then I saw Daniel grab Sarah’s hand, his fingers sliding dangerously close up her thigh before stopping just short of the sensitive spot.
“I’ll take care of it—watch out for the glass on the floor.”
Sarah, teased so effortlessly, flushed with desire, forgetting entirely to ask me how I was.
Linda Brown noticed her reaction and continued to tease her in French.
“Got turned on again, huh? Ha! Daniel must be incredible in bed to have you so hooked. Otherwise, why would a devoted wife like you dare to play such games?”
Linda laughed loudly, startling Sarah, who quickly hushed her.
“Don’t be so loud! I’m afraid Michael might understand.”