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.

My dignity.

As I headed out, his voice echoed desperately from the bathroom:
“Where are you going?!”

I smiled.

“To a meeting,” I replied.

I paused just long enough.

“The important kind… you know.”

And I left.

But that wasn’t the end.

Two hours later, I came home—laughing, smelling like beer and freedom.

He was sitting on the couch.

Pale. Drained. Defeated.

Phone in his hand.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked flatly.

“Very much,” I said, setting my bag down.

He looked at the phone.

“Carolina texted me.”

I stayed silent.

“I canceled.”

That surprised me.

“Oh really?”