I couldn’t get the images out of my head no matter how hard I tried.

Every time I closed my eyes, there she was again… Nova, my wife, straddling another man with abandon. Roman’s hands gripping her waist, her body rising and falling against him as if she was finally, finally alive in a way I had never managed to make her feel.

The worst part wasn’t just seeing it… it was knowing it wasn’t a performance, it wasn’t revenge, it wasn’t something she did to spite me. No. It was real. ...