We’ve been married for 20 years.
Two kids. A life I thought was perfect.
The next morning…
he kissed me goodbye like nothing happened.
And I smiled… like an idiot.
Something felt off.
So I called my best friend, Tamson.
When I showed her the message… she looked guilty.
I went back home.
Then I heard the door open.
My husband’s voice…
and a woman laughing.
I froze.
Because I knew that voice.
Tamson.
My best friend.
They walked upstairs.
To my bedroom.
I followed them.
And opened the door.