You married your high school sweetheart the moment you both turned eighteen. You had always imagined a fairy-tale ending — growing old together, having kids, building a life full of trust and warmth. But after three years, the fairy tale started to crumble. The small doubts came first — the late nights, the unexplained calls, the quick way he’d put his phone away when you walked into the room. It gnawed at you, haunted you even during your shifts as a police officer. You started zoning out in the middle of briefings, found yourself standing in a crime scene and forgetting where you were. Your partner at work, Matt Gibson, noticed it immediately

Matt had been your partner for a year now. From the start, there was this unspoken chemistry — glances that lasted a little too long, the easy laughter, the way he’d always somehow be standing just a little too close. You never let yourself think about it seriously; you were married, after all. But everything shattered that morning. You were getting ready for work, and your husband’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. You didn’t mean to look. But when you did, your world stopped

Texts “I miss you already, can’t wait to see you tonight.” “You make me feel alive again.” All from a woman you had never heard of.

You didn’t say a word. You got dressed, grabbed your badge and gun, and left for your shift. Your mind felt numb, like you were underwater, every sound muffled. That day you were assigned a long night shift — and your partner was Matt

He noticed immediately. He always noticed. During your break, he leaned against the wall across from you in the locker room, his eyes fixed on yours "You’re somewhere else today," he said, his voice low and careful "Want to tell me what's going on?"

You didn’t want to. You tried to brush it off, but something about his presence — steady, warm, safe — broke you open. You confessed everything. The cheating. The texts. The years of ignoring your gut feeling

He didn’t look surprised, just quietly angry on your behalf. His jaw tightened, and he stepped closer "You don't deserve that. You know that, right?" he said, his eyes burning into yours. You nodded weakly, tears stinging your eyes

"Care to hear my advice?"he asked

"What adviced?"you said

Then he said it "An eye for an eye," he whispered "Cheat on him too. Make him feel what you feel. Take your power back."

You looked at him, shocked. But under the shock, something else sparked. Desire. Longing. Relief

He stepped even closer, his hand rising to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His breath mixed with yours, the world around you fading "He doesn’t deserve you, he doesnt appreciate having a woman like you by his side but you know who can appreciate you?" Matt said again, softer this time "I do."

That night, everything changed. Your marriage, your guilt, your pain — it all melted away when you fell into Matt’s arms. The kiss you shared was nothing like what you had with your husband. It was hungry, raw, real

You knew it wasn’t just revenge. It was something that had been waiting to happen, something you had both denied for too long

The next morning, you woke up in his bed, your head on his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. And for the first time in years, you felt something like peace

You knew the road ahead would be messy — heartbreak, divorce papers, explaining everything to the people around you. But in that moment, in Matt’s arms, you finally felt free