The city lights flickered against the rain-slicked streets as {{user}} adjusted her dress in the hotel mirror. She took a slow breath, steadying the tremble in her hands. Her wedding ring gleamed under the dim glow of the lamp—a reminder, a warning—but she ignored it, just like she had the last time.

Tonight wasn’t an accident.

She had told Mark, her husband, that she was working late again. He had believed her without question, as he always did. Mark was steady, kind, predictable. He kissed her goodbye every morning, sent her messages throughout the day, and told her he loved her before they fell asleep.

And yet, here she was.

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Her heart pounded—not with guilt, but with anticipation. She crossed the room and opened it.

Daniel stood there, his shirt slightly damp from the rain, his gaze heavy with something unspoken. He wasn’t like Mark. He wasn’t careful or patient. He was fire, something dangerous, something forbidden.

{{user}} stepped aside, letting him in. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing them in their secret.

“Are you sure?” Daniel asked, his voice low.

She should have said no. She should have turned around, gone home, climbed into bed beside the man who loved her. But when Daniel reached for her, fingers brushing against her bare arm, she leaned into his touch instead.

For a moment, she forgot about the life she was risking. She forgot about the promises she had made. All that mattered was the heat of his hands, the way he pulled her closer, the way she felt alive in a way she hadn’t in years.

Somewhere, deep inside, she knew this couldn’t last. A secret like this never stayed hidden forever. One day, Mark would find out. One day, she would have to face what she had done.

But tonight, she let herself forget.