CHLOE.

“Happy anniversary, baby. I’m running late at the office. Don’t wait up.”

Matt’s voice sounded strained through the phone, the way it always did when he was already balls-deep in someone else. I stood in our kitchen in the red lace set I’d bought three weeks ago, the one that made my tits look like an invitation and my ass like a promise. The table was set. Candles lit. His favorite steak resting under foil, going cold.

I kept my tone sweet. “You’ve been late a lot lately.”

“Just closing a deal. I’ll make it up to you.”

In the background, soft and unmistakable, came a low, breathy moan....