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

the screen. His eyes were red. I hadn’t even noticed him return. He looked at me, not surprised, not smug, heartbroken.

“I told her the same thing,” he whispered.

I nodded, unable to speak. For the first time, I understood why he’d called. He wasn’t exposing a betrayal. He was trying to stop one. Not a betrayal of marriage, a betrayal of herself, of continue reading …