My mother might have his wedding vows, but I am his darkest obsession.

Ever since that first boundary was crossed on the terrace, our affair thrives on the adrenaline of almost getting caught.

We exploit her predictable routines—stealing rushed, filthy encounters in the cramped laundry room while she takes her ten-minute showers, and pushing our luck against the kitchen counter while she listens to podcasts just one room away.

But Jacob's demands are growing dangerously bold. To punish me, he forces me to wear a remote-controlled vibrator to a family dinne.

In a house built on such reckless lies, our absolute ruin is only a matter of time.