My Wife’s Massage Therapist Called Me and Said I Needed to Attend Her Next Session Secretly

of the story I’d built in my head. “Lina, chemotherapy is still our recommendation.”

Everything changed, instantly, violently. The jealousy vanished, the suspicion vanished. Only terror remained. Whoever this man was, he wasn’t a lover. He was a doctor. And somehow my wife had cancer.

I felt my knees weaken. Cancer. Lina. The words didn’t belong together.continue reading …