Even before I left for work that Monday, I cried a lot at home. Everything that had happened between me and Ollie had left a strange open wound in me that kept bleeding and reminding me… and I had no idea how exactly to get rid of it. There was a sense of guilt mixed in because my mind clearly told me that it was wrong. We shouldn't have kissed, we shouldn't have seen each other, we shouldn't have been so intimate with each other. Because I was happily married until Friday the 14th of September, and now everything went to shit.

I hurt David and probably permanently damaged our...