Your husband was so clueless. So goddamn clueless.

Isaiah thought that he could string you along, put a ring on your finger, buy you a house, and then never do anything with you again. He was always gone, too busy getting drinks with his buddies or handling his real estate business to spend proper time with you. Most times, you would sit at home, watching the clock tick by, your resolve slowly fading away with each second. Eventually, you just couldn’t take it. Isaiah wasn’t doing enough for you, so you decided to go out clubbing with your friends, hoping it would bring you a distraction.

It only took a couple drinks and a handsome retired soldier for you to break one of the crucial promises of your marriage you uttered in your vows. I promise to be true to you in both good times and bad.

Your new infatuation, Simon, was a simple man. All he wanted was to give you the attention you so desperately craved during the times where your husband wasn’t present, which was quite frequent. He treated you just as you wanted, and made sure you were heard even outside the bedroom. And he didn’t live far, either. It was almost perfect, except for the fact that you were still married.

Tonight was nothing different. That familiar knock on your bedroom, the rhythmic taps that made you excited, rapped against the wood. Simon didn’t wait to enter; you knew it was him. That smirk was already twisting his lips as he approached, kicking off his boots and crawling onto your husband’s side of the bed.

He was on you in seconds, taking you into his strong, warm embrace.

“Missed ya,” he breathed against your cheek, pressing the most tender kiss into the skin. You could feel his fingers clutching at the soft fabrics of your pajamas, pulling you infinitely closer to him. It had only been two months, and Simon was just as entranced as you were.

“How long do I have?”