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.

He finished it without hesitation.

That stung more than I expected… he hadn’t rushed anything I gave him in a long time.

“So where are you going all dressed up and smelling like that?” I asked, leaning casually against the frame.

“Meeting,” he said, grabbing his keys. “Important one. Strategy… projections… synergy.”

He threw those words around like they meant something.

“Synergy with lace?” I muttered.

But he was already gone.

The door shut.

Silence.

I looked at the clock.

One minute.
Two.
Five.

I sat at the table, waiting.

Ten minutes passed.

And then…