TESSA

By the sixth day on the island, I was unraveling. Every night I lay awake beside Victor, his steady breathing a constant reminder of the life I was destroying. Every morning I swore I would end it with Taylor. Every afternoon I failed.

The guilt had become a constant ache in my chest, heavier than the pleasure he gave me. I was no longer just cheating. I was addicted. I had become exactly what Taylor called me — a shameless office slut, a cheating trophy wife who got wetter the closer we came to getting caught.

Victor had planned a final celebration dinner on the private beach that night....