My husband was in the sh0wer when his phone rang. “You still smell like me. Your wife has no clue,” his mistress laughed. My bl00d turned to pure ice
I only answered because I thought it was work. That is the part that still repeats in my mind like a cruel little film I cannot turn off. It was not suspicion. It was not snooping. It was not some trap I had planned. It was instinct. His phone kept vibrating on the marble bathroom…
