I didn’t know she stayed late that often. I thought the overtime, the office parties, the inside jokes were just part of the job. I trusted her when she said it was nothing.
I never showed up. I never checked. I just believed her.
But when she came home one night and hugged me, she smelled strange. Not like her perfume. Not like our house. There was a sharp, salty scent clinging to her skin — unmistakable. She smelled like sex… like cum. And that’s when I realized I hadn’t been imagining things at all...
