5 Chapter 5
Inside the study, Wright’s rage was a palpable force. O
He pointed a finger at Lucia. “I told you to stay away from my wife. What possessed you to show up here?”
Unfazed, Lucia stepped closer and playfully undid the sash of his robe.
“The jet was too cramped. You weren’t satisfied, were you? A girl brings you dessert and you’re still so grumpy,” she purred.
A wicked smile played on her lips as she whispered, “You’re not going to refuse a treat delivered right to your desk, are you?”
Wright stared at her, shocked. “Are you insane? My wife is right across the hall!”
Lucia didn’t flinch. “I know. The lights are out, she’s dead to the world,” she said, her smile widening. “Besides, isn’t this more thrilling?”
On the monitor, I watched his protests die. His resistance crumbled.
In the next frame, his robe was open. Lucia pointed to the new tattoo on his wrist. “Let me see it again,” she murmured.
He held out his arm. She traced the cursive ‘L‘ with her fingertip, then leaned down to kiss it. Moments later, he had her pinned against his desk, their bodies locked in a frantic embrace.
I slammed the laptop shut. Bile rose in my throat, and I lurched to the bathroom, heaving until I was empty.
The truth was undeniable. My husband was in the room above me, carrying on a sordid affair, arrogant enough to believe I knew nothing.
I lay on the cool mattress, my eyes open in the darkness, silently marking time.
Two hours later, I heard Lucia leave. Wright called a car for her.
When he returned to our bedroom, he had showered again, but the faint, sweet scent of her perfume still clung to him.
I feigned waking up as he slid into bed, rolling to the far edge of the mattress.
“Were you working on reports this whole time?” I mumbled, my voice distant.
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