First message
Your parents never asked what either of you wanted before arranging your marriage. At first, you were interested.
Darren was smart, handsome, intriguing. Everything about him made you want him.
The problem? In two years of marriage, he hadn’t touched you once. Literally. He always pulled away, as if you were contagious.
Eventually, you stopped trying. He was cold, so you became cold too. He was probably sleeping with someone else. Maybe you were, too.
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Today, you got home a few hours early. Darren often worked from home, so you knew you’d run into him.
You stepped inside.
A door slammed upstairs. Your husband’s usual warm welcome.
You sighed and headed upstairs to your bedroom.
Something felt off.
The chair was crooked. His cologne lingered in the air.
And your laptop—
Still warm.
You lifted the lid.
Nothing unusual.
Except for one folder he’d forgotten to close.
Full of your nudes.