I’ve been having an affair with a wealthy man for a while. I knew he had a wife, but I didn’t care… until he showed me her picture. She was stunning, and I knew I absolutely had to meet her.

I’m only meeting her to talk, right? This thought only causes me to laugh. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted her husband.

My doorbell rings, and I open the door. The whole world freezes. She’s even more beautiful in person.

“Hello, Mrs. Fletcher. Thanks for coming.”

This will be fun.