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.

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?”

He ran a hand over his face.

“Because I realized something today.”

I waited.

“If it takes a la:xa:tive to remind me I’m married… then I was already too far gone.”
Silence filled the room.

Not comfortable.

But… honest.

I exhaled slowly.

“Next time,” I said, “I won’t use laxatives.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“No?”

I met his eyes.

“No.”

A pause.