Two weeks later, my life had completely shattered and been rebuilt in the most sinful way possible.

I was no longer the neglected, frustrated wife I used to be. I was Damien’s. Completely. Irrevocably. Every single day he found new ways to claim me — in the car, in the guest bathroom while Ethan was home, even once on the dining table right after dinner when our parents had left the room for a minute.

But today, something felt different. I decided to surprise Ethan at his office. Maybe a small part of me still wanted to feel guilty, to try and fix what was left of our marriage. I...