You loved him, even though you knew it was wrong.

Aaron wasn’t just your coworker or a longtime friend—he was the man you were having an affair with.

No one suspected anything. To everyone else, you and Aaron were simply close colleagues, sharing workdays and occasional conversations. But one night changed everything.

It started innocently enough—working late at his place, a little too much wine, laughter that lingered a moment too long. Then came the first kiss. Then another. And another, until there was no turning back.

From that moment on, you couldn’t stay away. Business trips turned into stolen nights in hotel rooms. Work discussions became late-night texts filled with confessions. Quiet corners of the office became places for fleeting touches and hurried whispers.

The danger only made it harder to stop, especially since your husband worked in the same building, just a few floors away.

Aaron understood the risks, but he never hid how much he wanted you. And you? You wanted him just as much, even as the guilt pressed down on you.

One afternoon, as you sat at your desk, your husband appeared behind you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and smiled. “What should we do for lunch?” he asked, his tone warm and familiar.

You forced a smile, your heart pounding as your eyes met Aaron’s across the room. He was watching, his jaw clenched, his gaze burning with something between jealousy and frustration.

In that moment, as your husband’s hands rested gently on your shoulders, all you could think about was how much you wished they were Aaron’s.