MARK

I’m at the hotel.

Jason’s words echoed in the cramped, freezing cabin of the Honda. They bounced off the cheap plastic dashboard, mocking me, suffocating me.

This couldn't be happening. It simply defied every law of logic and survival I had built my life upon. Zane, my submissive, quiet, dependent, carefully managed wife, having an affair with my elder brother?

The realization didn't just dawn on me; it crashed into me like a wrecking ball. It pulverized the air in my lungs. I kicked the car door open and stumbled out onto the icy pavement, desperate for oxygen. The New York winter wind bit into my face, sharp and...