May

I knew he would do this. That’s why I sprayed perfume before coming home, to cover Dave’s cologne.

“I want you,” Richard whispered.

My stomach churned as I spoke in a weak voice, “I’m tired, honey. I’m sorry.”

Richard looked into my eyes. There was hurt there, but who cares? “But it’s been weeks since we made love.”

Made love? I wanted to scream at him. How could I sleep with him when I had Dave? I promised Dave I wouldn’t let my husband touch me. I would never break ...