Every marriage has its silent spaces. For years, mine felt less like a haven and more like a polite arrangement. Then came Mark from accounting – a laugh, a knowing glance, and suddenly, the silence felt deafening. It started innocently, a shared coffee, a late-night email. But it escalated, slowly, dangerously, until one night, under the glittering lights of our company’s annual holiday party, the line blurred. My husband was there, laughing with his colleagues, completely oblivious. This is the story of how I broke my vows, and how the thrill of getting away with it became an addiction.


