Her Secret Shame, His Public Affair

you, Lana. He gets so emotional sometimes. Make sure he take

instructions disguised as concern. It wen

on the text. My

lling a tow truck when Jameson's car broke down because I was stuck in a me

ex life, telling me what Jameson "might

atter what. She never got angry, never seemed

ateful. So incredibl

ng through my body. The feeling of being played for

message. Then another. Then it started ri

ent, opulent suite, a shril

he wanted. It was a trait I used to admire as persistence. Now I s

atisfaction of an answer.

A soft, melodic chime. It was Jameson's phone.

to the world, stirred insta

enly sharp and alert. He answered, quickly t

is face softened. The weak, drunk man was go

s lips, a sound of pure,

ce looked over his shoulder to see if I was there. He had

she just not care that she was calling

I just sat there, watching the man I marri

ngered on his lips. His eyes, full of a war

t me for a

ht he might say something.

down, shattering the

asked, his voice laced with anno

ak inside me. It was

ered, the word

shown Caren vanished, replaced by cold ir

times. She was just trying to help.

o tenderly. He knew she was sensiti

verything

idea what was

irst time. This handsome, successful man from a good f

face. Maybe some sliver of s

his face with his ha

ng out to hold me. "I'm so

er, fighting back the te

pushed

, I pointed to th

this, J

oo, and for a moment, his eyes went distan

e, I knew everything. I di

nts slow and deliberate. I wiped away the smeare

was standing in my w

, his grip despera

ged. "Caren and I, we're not... It was just a cru

"Tomorrow. I'll get it covered up

ind was a chaotic stor

buzzed again. It was

ng a wonderful night. Don't forget to take your

n. I couldn't tell her. Not now. T

eson's desperat

of our wedding sui