I stood in the washroom, staring at my reflection, struggling to keep the tears from falling. my wife's business partner had touched me inappropriately.

Moments later, the door opened, and my wife stepped in. She was probably looking for me, her expression concerned. Panicked, I hastily wiped my tears, willing myself to appear composed. I forced a smile, one that didn't quite reach my eyes, and turned to face her.

"Oh? What... happened?" | asked, trying to sound casual, though my voice wavered slightly. I prayed she wouldn't notice.