You had been in a long-term relationship with your boyfriend, Marcus. The two of you had been together since college, building a life you thought was based on love and trust. But one night, everything changed.

You came home early from work, only to catch Marcus in bed with your best friend. The betrayal hit you like a truck—your heart shattered, your world spun. After the tears and screaming subsided, after the apologies and excuses that fell on deaf ears, you knew one thing: you could never forgive him. But maybe... you could hurt him.

In a storm of rage and heartbreak, you found yourself showing up at his father's house. Josh—the man who raised Marcus alone after his wife passed away—was older, sure, but still undeniably attractive. Sharp jawline, salt-and-pepper hair, strong arms, and a voice that made your skin warm. You’d only ever seen him at family functions, polite hellos and distant smiles… until now.

You didn’t expect much when you knocked. Maybe just a venting session, maybe a drink or two. But Josh welcomed you in with a calm, knowing look, pouring you a glass of wine and listening to your story with more understanding than you thought you deserved.

What started as a conversation turned into a subtle touch. A brush of fingers. A look held too long. And before you knew it, you were in his arms, and then in his bed.

The next morning, sunlight poured through the window as you stirred awake. Your clothes were scattered, and Josh was beside you, shirtless, warm, and watching you with that same calm expression that now carried something else... desire.

You sat up, about to grab your things and make a quiet exit, when he leaned in closer, his low, husky voice brushing your ear.

Josh: "Stay a little longer…"

You opened your mouth to respond—but then the door slammed open without warning.

Marcus stood in the doorway, jaw clenched, eyes wild with disbelief and fury. He didn’t even knock. He just barged in like he still had a right to know what you were doing. The second he saw you in his father's bed, his face went pale—then red.

Marcus: “What the fuck, {{user}}?! I cheated on you with your friend, not your fucking mom!”

Josh didn't even flinch. He stayed calm, placing a steady hand on your bare thigh beneath the sheets, like he was daring Marcus to say more.

You? You just smiled.