My husband was sleeping with my best friend behind my back for six months.

Six months of roses. Six months of 'you are my everything' while he was making her moan his name.

I trusted him with my whole heart.

He handed it to her like a cheap gift.

So when Dominic Ford showed up with rage in his eyes and proof in his hands, something in me snapped.

And in that broken, dangerous place, a sinful idea was born.

"An affair," I told him, meeting his gaze. "Real. Raw. Dirty. No strings. No limits. We give them exactly what they deserve."

He studied me for a long, slow moment.

Then he pulled me close as he whispered.

"When do we start?"

Dominic Ford touched me like he was trying to ruin me for every other man.

He succeeded.

He took me apart, piece by piece, night after night, until I was shaking and screaming and begging for more... and when morning came I was crawling back for everything he gave me the night before.

This was supposed to hurt them.

It was never supposed to feel this good.

It was never supposed to feel like home.

Now our cheating spouses are on their knees, right where we wanted them.

But Dominic is looking at me like the plan just changed.

And God help me, I don't want to walk away either.

We agreed. No strings. No feelings. Just revenge.

That was the deal.

We lied.

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WARNING: This story contains explicit scenes and two broken people who find each other in the most sinful way possible.

CELESTE

"Your husband is having an affair with my wife."

The water in my mouth splashed out before I could stop it.

I stared at Dominic Ford across the table, certain I had heard him wrong. I had to have heard him wrong. Because what he just said was impossible.

Julian would never cheat on me.

"Mr. Ford." I set my glass down carefully, the way you do when your hands are shaking and you don't want anyone to notice. "Is this a joke? Because it's not funny."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

He didn't. Dominic Ford never looked like anything except serious. But that didn't mean he was right.

"Julian loves me," I said firmly. "He would never do something like this."

"I know." His voice was quiet and tired. "I said the same thing about Sera three months ago."

Sera.

Just her name made my chest do something strange. Seraphine Ford. My best friend since forever. The woman who cried at my wedding. The woman who called me every single day and told me how lucky I was to have a man like Julian.

We were practically sisters.

"This isn't possible," I said again, but my voice came out smaller this time.

Dominic looked at me the way people look at someone they feel sorry for. I hated it.

"Did you never see the signs?" he asked.

"There were no signs."

"Six months, Celeste."

I flinched at the number. "No."

"Six months and you never once suspected anything?"

"I said no." I got to my feet, my chair scraping back loudly. "I trust my husband completely. Whatever you think you know, you're wrong."

"Sit down."

"I'm leaving."

"Sit. Down."

Something in his voice stopped me. Not loud. Not aggressive. Just absolute.

I sat down.

He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "Six months ago, did anything change between you and Julian?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it.

Six months.

The memories came without permission. The way Sera had suddenly started visiting more. Two, three, four times a week, always when Julian was home. I had been so happy about it. I thought our friendship was growing deeper. I thought she just missed me.

And Julian. Still loving. Still perfect. Still sending flowers every morning and texting me love notes throughout the day and kissing me like I was something precious each time he walked through the door.

But our sex life.

Three months since he had last touched me. Three long months of 'I'm exhausted baby' and 'once this project is done, I'll make it up to you" and 'just one more year and we'll have everything we've ever wanted.'

I had believed every word.

Stop it. I shook the thoughts away. You're doing exactly what he wants you to do.

"Even if things changed between me and Julian," I said carefully, "that doesn't prove anything."

Dominic pulled out his phone without a word.

He turned the screen toward me.

It took me three full seconds to understand what I was seeing. A luxury club. A private booth. Dark, expensive, intimate.

Julian and Sera.

Together.

My stomach dropped so fast I thought I was going to be sick right there at the table.

"That was taken last week," Dominic said flatly.

"No." I pushed the phone away. "No, that's not possible. Julian was out of the country last week. He was on a business trip. He video called me every single night until I fell asleep."

Dominic didn't argue. He just looked at me.

"He called me," I repeated, my voice cracking slightly. "Every night."

"I know." He took his phone back. "He's very thorough."

The word 'thorough' hit me somewhere tender. Like a bruise being pressed.

"You can see the truth for yourself if you still have doubts," he said.

I wiped the corner of my eye quickly, angry at myself. "What do you mean?"

"Julian probably told you this morning that he's traveling tomorrow. Four days. Business trip, right?"

I went very still. "How do you know that?"

"Because my wife already told me she's visiting her mother for four days." A dry smile crossed his face. It didn't reach his eyes. "They're not going anywhere, Celeste. He booked the entire East Wing of Rosewood Resort. Four days, just the two of them."

The room tilted slightly.

Julian had told me that morning. Before he left for work, still warm from sleep, kissing my forehead. 'I'll miss you every second, baby.' Those were his exact words.

"Come with me tomorrow evening," Dominic said. "If I'm wrong, you'll know. And if I'm right..." He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to.

I didn't remember agreeing. But somehow I nodded.

And somehow, I drove myself home.

---

I don't know how I managed it. The whole drive back, my chest felt like something was sitting on it. Heavy and immovable. I kept telling myself it wasn't real. The video was fabricated. Dominic was jealous of what Julian and I had. People did crazy things out of jealousy.

Julian loves me.

When he came home that evening, flowers in hand, eyes soft and warm the way they always were when he looked at me, something in my chest cracked.

See? Look at him. This man is not cheating on you.

He kissed me slow and deep in the kitchen and I kissed him back just as hard, searching for something. A lie. A tell. Anything that would make Dominic's words make sense.

I found nothing.

He asked about my day and I lied through my teeth, smiling up at him like my world hadn't shifted on its axis that afternoon.

That night, I tried again.

I pressed myself against him in bed, my fingers trailing across his chest, and he caught my hand gently.

"Baby." His voice sounded soft, exhausted and genuine. "I'm so tired. The moment this contract is done, every single night is yours. I promise."

"Okay," I whispered.

"I love you so much, baby."

"I know." I replied.

He kissed my forehead and rolled over.

I lay in the dark and listened to him breathe and wondered how a man could lie so beautifully.

Maybe he wasn't lying.

Maybe Dominic was.

I held onto that thought like a lifeline and waited for morning.

---

Julian kissed my cheek in the morning, while I pretended to sleep.

"I'll miss you every second. I love you."

I kept my eyes closed until the front door clicked shut behind him.

I didn't move until noon.

CELESTE

Dominic picked me up at five.

We didn't talk much in the car. What was there to say? We were either about to prove he was wrong, or we were about to have our entire lives rearranged.

Rosewood Resort sat at the edge of the city, all glass and warm light and the kind of quiet money that didn't need to announce itself. According to Dominic's words, Julian had rented the entire East wing and so it wasn't open to other people.

But Dominic had already arranged everything. Two employees met us at the back entrance and for a folded stack of bills, led us through a service corridor and out into the resort's private garden in the East wing.

The sky had been rumbling for the past hour. Dark clouds rolling in fast. I could smell the rain coming.

"We have to be quick," Dominic said quietly.

We moved along the tree line and I told myself for the hundredth time that we were going to find nothing. An empty garden. A misunderstanding. Something I could take home and hold up like proof that I hadn't been a fool.

Then I saw him.

Julian.

My husband stood between two palm trees in the resort garden, dressed casually in a way I had never seen him dress for a business trip. Linen shirt, sleeves rolled up, a drink in one hand.

And Sera tucked under his other arm like she belonged there.

They were laughing.

Laughing like the world was a beautiful private joke that only the two of them understood.

I stopped walking. I couldn't feel my legs.

No. My mind was screaming it. No, no, no.

Dominic stopped beside me. But I felt him look at me, just once, quickly, the way you look at someone when you think they can't see you. Like he was checking if I was still standing.

I was. Barely.

My hands were shaking when I pulled out my phone and called Julian's number.

Across the garden, Julian glanced at his screen. He said something to Sera. I saw her roll her eyes. Then he answered.

"Baby." His voice was warm. Happy. Completely normal. "I was just thinking about you. I miss you so much already."

My throat had closed, but I forced the words out. "Where are you right now?"

"At my desk." He lied so easily and effortlessly. "Swamped with work but I can't stop thinking about you. Did you sleep okay? You were so deep asleep when I left, you looked so beautiful. Do you miss me?"

"I do," I said.

"I miss you more." He laughed softly. "I'll call you before bed, okay? Don't stay up too late."

Then the call ended.

Across the garden, Julian slipped his phone back into his pocket and turned back to Sera. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers and he kissed her.

He kissed her the way he used to kiss me.

The sky broke open. Rain came down hard and fast, soaking through my clothes in seconds. I just stood there and let it.

I stood in the rain and watched them in each other's arms while tears ran down my face and mixed with the rainwater, and I couldn't even tell the difference anymore.

Then Sera laughed at something he said and turned, leaning back against a tree.

And Julian didn't hesitate.

His hands found her like they knew exactly where to go. Like they had done this a hundred times before.

Because they had.

My breath left my body.

He lifted her thigh like she weighed nothing. Like I had never existed.

What happened next broke something in me that I already knew would never heal.

I watched my husband take my best friend in the rain and I couldn't look away.

I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't do anything except stand there completely hollow and feel my entire world burn down around me.

Suddenly, Dominic's hand closed around my arm.

"Come on," he said quietly. "You've seen enough."

I let him pull me away from the rain, away from Julian and Sera and the ruins of everything I thought was mine.

He was right. I had seen enough.

Enough to know that every flower he ever sent me meant nothing. Every phone call, every whispered I love you, every morning kiss and every promise of forever meant absolutely nothing.

Two years of my life.

Gone.

I didn't scream or fall to my knees, the way they do in movies, I just walked through the rain beside a man I barely knew, soaking wet, completely hollow, with one question running over and over through my mind like a broken record.

What was wrong with me?

What did I do wrong?

CELESTE

Dominic didn't take me home.

I didn't argue. I couldn't. The rain was coming down so hard it was impossible to see three feet in front of you, and I was soaking wet and shaking so badly I could barely hold myself upright.

He spoke quietly to one of the resort staff, handed over a card, and within minutes we were being led to a suite in the West Wing.

The suite was warm and expensive and too beautiful for the kind of night I was having. I walked straight to the couch, sat down, and stayed there.

I didn't take off my wet clothes. I didn't move. I just sat there and stared at the wall while the rain hammered the windows and something inside me kept breaking over and over in the same place.

Dominic moved around quietly. I heard him adjusting the heater. Heard the clink of mugs in the kitchenette. He didn't talk and I was grateful for that because I had nothing to say.

He set a mug of coffee on the table in front of me.

I stared at it.

"Drink it," he said. Not unkindly.

I picked it up with both hands because one hand wasn't steady enough. The warmth seeped into my palms and I held onto it like it was the only solid thing left in the world.

I cried quietly for a long time. Not the loud, dramatic kind. Just tears that kept coming no matter how many times I wiped them away. The kind of crying that doesn't ask permission and doesn't stop when you want it to.

Dominic sat beside me. Not too close. Just present.

At some point I started shivering again, even with the heater on. My clothes were still damp and the cold had settled into my bones somewhere between the garden and this suite and refused to leave.

"Come here," Dominic said.

It wasn't a question. But it wasn't forceful either. Just calm and certain the way everything he said seemed to be.

I leaned into him without thinking about it and his arm came around me and pulled me close. He was warm, solid, and smelled like rain and something clean underneath it.

I cried a little more.

He didn't tell me to stop. He didn't tell me it was going to be okay. He just held me and let me fall apart and somehow that was exactly what I needed.

I don't remember falling asleep.

---

Morning came grey and quiet.

I opened my eyes slowly and the first thing I registered was that I was alone on the couch, a blanket tucked around me that hadn't been there last night. The heater was still running. The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle against the windows.

I sat up and looked around.

No Dominic. He must have gone back home.

I remembered falling asleep against his shoulder. Remembered the warmth of his arm around me and the steady rise and fall of his chest. I pushed the memory away quickly and reached for my phone.

I would call a cab. Get home. Figure out what came next.

I was still staring at the screen trying to make my brain work when the suite door opened and Dominic walked in carrying two bags.

I stared at him.

He set the bags on the counter without making a big deal of it. "There's a pharmacy and a small shop about ten minutes from here. Go freshen up. I've ordered breakfast. I'll drive you home after I shower."

I opened my mouth. Closed it. "You didn't have to do that."

"I know."

He said it simply, without looking for gratitude, and something about that made my throat tighten in a way I wasn't ready for.

"Thank you," I managed.

He nodded toward the bags. "Go ahead."

___

The toiletries were exactly what I needed. I stood under the hot shower for a long time and let the water run over me and tried very hard not to think about anything at all.

I failed completely.

Julian's face kept coming back to me. The way he had looked at Sera. The way he had reached for her like she was his and had always been his. The way he had laughed while I stood in the rain, about twenty feet away and watched everything I thought I had turn to nothing.

I pressed my forehead against the cold tile and breathed through it.

When I finally got out, I reached for the clothes Dominic had bought.

I held them up and blinked.

The shorts were tiny. The top was fitted and small across the chest. I tried both on and looked down at myself and almost laughed, which surprised me because I hadn't thought I had any laughter left in me.

My legs went on forever. The shorts barely covered my thighs and the top sat snug in ways it clearly wasn't designed to sit on my frame.

I walked out anyway. I was going straight home. It didn't matter.

Dominic was at the counter pouring water when I came out. He turned and his eyes moved over me once, quickly, the way you do when you're trying not to be obvious about it.

He looked away.

"They were the only options available," he said, his voice perfectly even.

"It's fine," I said. "I'm going home anyway."

A dry look crossed his face, almost amused but not quite. "I bought them based on Sera's size."

The name landed between us like a stone dropping into still water. We both felt it.

"Of course you did," I said quietly.

He cleared his throat and gestured toward the table where breakfast was laid out. "Eat. I already had mine. I'll be quick."

He disappeared into the bedroom and I sat down at the table.

---

I pushed the food around my plate more than I ate it.

My mind kept dragging me back to the resort garden. Julian's hands. Sera's laugh. The rain. The way she had leaned against that tree like she owned the world and everything in it, including my husband.

I put my fork down and stared at the window.

They were still there right now. In this same resort. Two wings away. Warm and together and completely unbothered while I sat here in borrowed clothes that were two sizes too small trying to figure out how to breathe.

The bedroom door opened.

I turned and immediately wished I hadn't.

Dominic walked out in nothing but a white towel slung low around his waist. He had clearly forgotten his shirt. He crossed toward the couch where it was draped over the armrest, completely unselfconscious, water still on his skin from the shower.

I had not planned to look.

I looked.

Eight. I counted without meaning to. Eight defined ridges of muscle across his abdomen, the kind that didn't come from a gym membership but from actual discipline. His shoulders were broad and his chest was the kind of chest that made you understand immediately why a woman would make terrible decisions.

A thought moved through my mind before I could stop it.

Seraphine Ford, what on earth is wrong with you?

This man was standing in your home every day and you went looking elsewhere.

Dominic picked up his shirt and turned to head back to the bedroom and I looked away quickly, picking up my fork again and pretending to be very interested in my eggs.

"Seraphine," I said before I could think better of it.

He stopped.

I kept my eyes on my plate. "What do you think they're doing right now?"

There was a short silence. Then I heard him move, and when I looked up he was leaning against the doorframe, shirt still in his hand, watching me with an unreadable expression.

"Probably keeping each other warm," he said. "Seeing as the weather is still miserable."

I nodded slowly. "We were good to them."

"Yes."

"We were really good to them." My voice came out steadier than I expected. "And they did this to us anyway."

He let out a long breath. "I know."

We looked at each other across the room for a moment. Outside the window the rain continued its slow, grey persistence.

I forced a short laugh and looked away. "Maybe we should just cheat on them too."

Silence passed between us.

I could feel him looking at me. I kept my eyes on the window.

"You're joking," he said.

I turned and met his eyes. "Am I?"

He studied me for a long moment. Something shifted in his expression. Not surprise exactly. More like he was turning the idea over carefully, looking at it from every angle.

"What if we did?" he said quietly.