Lucy’s pov

We sat at the dining table as a new family.

My mother talked about the ceremony, the flowers, and the future. She waved her fork around while she described how perfect the light had been when they said their vows and how she already had ideas for the spare room and the backyard. David answered when spoken to, calm and polite, the perfect new husband.

His voice stayed even. His smile looked easy. Only I knew that less than an hour ago that same mouth had been between my legs and then on mine while he fucked me quiet enough that the shower covered the sounds.

I pushed...