I put a la:xa:tive in my husband’s coffee before he went out to see his lover… but what happened next was worse than I imagined.

And most of all… after the message I saw the night before:

“I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow. Don’t forget the perfume I like.”

Signed—Carolina.

The new secretary.

Elegant name. Too elegant.

I took a slow breath.

“And my coffee?” he called from the doorway, adjusting his belt with more energy than he’d shown me in weeks.
I handed it to him.

“A little surprise,” I said, smiling calmly.

I watched him drink.

One sip.
Two.
Three.