6. The ‘Bathroom Break’ That Broke My Marriage Eventually, Mark whispered, ‘Let’s get some air.’ David was deep in conversation. We slipped away, out the back door, and found ourselves in a quiet, dimly lit corridor. The moment we were alone, there was no hesitation. The pent-up desire exploded. It was quick, reckless, and driven by a cocktail of lust, anger, and the sheer exhilaration of danger. I kissed him, hard, and we ended up in an unused storage closet, right there, under the same roof as my husband.
7. The Walk Back In Walking back into the party, straightening my dress, catching David’s eye, and giving him a fake smile—that was the hardest part. The guilt was immense, but mixed with a terrifying sense of power. He hugged me, oblivious, asking if I had fun. I just nodded, a lie on my lips and a stranger’s touch still lingering on my skin.
