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Her Secret Shame, His Public Affair

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1017    |    Released on: 29/07/2025

between us. When Jameson' s arm draped over me in his slee

he dark startled me. I didn't

him not to drink so much. If he was mean, you

nd righteous anger on my behalf. But I could see the real

fire I never knew I

dly beside me, his head on the pillow, lookin

oing to get that old tattoo of his covered up to

all night, she didn

pleasure. It was a hollow v

de, quiet and scared, her clothes a little too small, her shoes worn down at the

trying not to cry as she picked up the spilled foo

y' s generosity extended to her; my mom bought her new clothes when she saw

rateful, her "thank y

y food. She got u

he way, she got used

me. Each act of kindness, each shared secret,

the sun came up, tears silentl

ttoo parlor downtown. The air b

hard to be the perfect, attentive husband. He even set up an iPad for me with my fav

o a back room with

I was holding. Maybe we could fix t

st out of the room, hi

skipped

s wrong?" I asked,

his voice tight. "She

Now? It couldn' t be a coincidence. My gut s

ly. "You stay here and

is eyes wild. "I have

, not moving an i

my best friend. I will go check on her. Yo

the world se

d disgust in his eyes. He wasn't looking a

a," he hissed. "Her car is total

his can wait! Or what, you want me to t

grabbed a disposable razo

n skin, right over the tatt

, my voice crack

hout another word, he dropped the razor and ran out the door

the shop, my fac

A cold, hard rain began to fall,

t home. The whole way,

s I walked through the do

p with a strea

al bed, looking pale and pitiful, with a small bandage on her

eson come, Lana. He's tak

I guess he didn't get tha

e the feeling. It was b

reflected my face, my e

clown in t

strange sense of release. I w

n a hot bath, letting

ain, its ringing

sloshing over th

bed th

as C

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Her Secret Shame, His Public Affair
Her Secret Shame, His Public Affair
“On my wedding night, my new husband, Jameson, was blackout drunk. My best friend of twenty years, Caren, texted me practical advice: give him honey water and let him sleep it off. But just as he quieted down, he pulled me close, his breath hot on my neck. "I love you so, so much, Caren," he whispered. Then I saw it. A tattoo I'd never seen before, a single letter 'C' inked directly over his heart. The next morning, my birthday, Caren showed up with a cake, her smile as sweet as poison. After one bite, my throat began to close. Peanuts. She knew I was deathly allergic. As I gasped for air, Jameson's first instinct wasn't to help me, but to defend her. He stood between us, his face a mask of fury. "What is your problem with her?" he demanded, blind to the fact that his wife was suffocating in front of him. I stumbled, trying to reach my EpiPen, but he grabbed my arm, yanking me back. "You are going to apologize to Caren right now!" With the last of my strength, I slapped him across the face. "I'm pregnant," I rasped. "And I can't breathe."”
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