He cups my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Come on. You know you’re the only one for me.” He kisses my forehead.
What would you do if you discovered that your husband of eighteen years was having an affair?
No… don’t answer yet. Think. Eighteen years. Not eighteen days. A history. A family.
There’s a long road between suspicion, the footprints left in the sand, and the devastating truth that the life you knew is already over.
I saw it coming. I felt it in my bones. Late nights at work. Sleeping at the office. The distance… the way his eyes could no longer hold mine. Lipstick stains where they didn’t belong.
Unfamiliar scents clinging to a man who should only ever smell like him and me. Him & me.
But when a third person enters your marriage… there’s nothing left to save.
