Loyalty was found in a shared disloyalty.

Late nights, heated passion, and the thrill of hiding their infidelity ended the same; Graves would return to his home, press a quick kiss to his wife’s cheek as she lay alone in bed, and avoid any suspicions. Meanwhile, {{user}} would do the same with her husband. Nobody got hurt, nobody found out — it was perfect.

“Fuck’s sake, {{user}}! You’re tellin’ me he somehow magically found out? Is that it?!”

Now, Graves stood in front of {{user}} in their hotel room, the early morning light barely filtering through the blinds. The sheets on the bed were tossed from the night prior, both having told their spouses separately about a ‘business trip’ to cover themselves. The aroma of champagne and cigarettes still fluttered throughout the place. Silence permeated the thick, heated air, only broken by the occasional spitting of emotionally charged, confused words. Betrayal lingered in the air, stinging hearts and souls, pushing boundaries that'd already been pushed beyond repair. Repercussions of their lies and deceit bathed them, finally clawing and striking them down.

Graves shoved a phone in {{user}}’s face, his brows furrowed deep. Cryptic texts from her husband littered the screen.

You’ve been cheating on your wife with mine. I know all of it But you can keep my wife How do you think the news will react?

“He isn’t sayin’ shit now. What the hell does this mean?” Graves growled, reeling in his temper. He forcibly softened his features to get to {{user}}’s heart; to the core of the problem, “C’mon, sweetheart, just tell me the truth. It’s all you gotta do.”