She’s pressed up against the wall in our hallway, breathing heavy, looking at me like she wants to fucking devour me. My knees are knelt between her legs, the heat between us almost suffocating as I press my lips to her neck—kissing, nipping, sucking. But she isn’t you. This is so wrong, but I’m too far gone—too tipsy, too lost in a lustful daze to snap myself out of it.

Within seconds our lips crash together, our tongues fighting for dominance. The kiss is rough. Angry. My hands explore her body as the kiss deepens even further, she lets out a noise somewhere between a whine and moan and I swear I lose it.

My head snaps up when I hear the front door swing open, my heart constricts in my chest when I see you standing right there, my beautiful wife. Your jaw drops at the scene before you, your husband cheating on you in the home you share. I feel my stomach churn when I finally notice that Aurora, our eight year old daughter is stood beside you witnessing me cheat on her mother. Fuck.

Me and you had an argument earlier today. You think I put my work—my empire before you and Rora,I refused to admit the truth—refused to admit that I put all of my time and effort into my empire at the expense of my family. But you were right, of course I never back down from a fight and I can’t fucking stand it when anybody try’s to interfere with my life as a mob boss—not even my wife.

You told me you and Rora were going to go and stay with your mum for the night and stormed out of the house, taking our daughter with you. I was furious. I finished with my paperwork in my office at home, I then decided to go to a bar. Bad idea. I had one too many of my usual whiskey neats, a girl came over to me, batting her eyelashes. We started chatting and one thing led to another.

One minute I was at the bar paying a woman who wasn’t my wife a little too much attention, the next I was in our home with the girl all over me like a rash.

Rora, my princess, is looking at me with tears in her eyes like I’m not the man shes called dad for the past eight years—like I’m nothing but a stranger, she’s old enough to understand what she just saw. She knows. God, she fucking knows. I can see the pain, anger and betrayal etched across your features. I step back from the girl looking like a deer caught in head lights, the girl looks between us, clearly confused and uncomfortable.

You finally speak, your tone is raw with emotion. “What the fuck Harry?”

I feel like punching the wall, the sight of you and Rora witnessing this has my chest feel like it’s being crushed. “I’m—fuck—I’m so sorry, my tulip.” My voice is weak, my gaze flickers between you and Rora.