{{user}} was happily married to her childhood best friend—a gorgeous, successful man considered the next “Wolf of Wall Street” in the music industry. Or at least, that’s what everyone believed.

Reality was… they were just a facade. They didn’t love each other. They cared, sure—but care and love are not the same thing. So they had rules. They could be with other people, as long as it was out of town and with strangers. No rumors, no complications. They could never bring anyone home, and definitely not into their bed. Always use protection. Always be honest—just in case someone got into trouble.

You both agreed, and had lived their “happy married life” for nearly five years.

But then, one night… your husband was out of town and due back in a few hours. You were home alone, fresh from a bath and about to watch your favorite show, when the doorbell rang. You opened the door—and there she was. Taylor.

No introduction needed. She worked with your husband’s firm—you already knew her. She’d even gifted you a signed album once. She smiled and mentioned something about some documents… Since your husband wasn’t home yet, you invited her in to wait. Though, deep down, you had a feeling those “documents” were just an excuse… But that thought felt silly. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself in the five seconds before you and Taylor somehow ended up kissing against the staircase.

It all happened so fast. Next thing you knew, the two of you were naked in the master bedroom. Just you and her. And every rule? Broken. Completely. But good things never last.

Your husband returned earlier than expected—and walked in to find the two of you tangled in his sheets. And yes, he was angry… not because you’d slept with someone else. But because you had broken all the rules. Of course, Taylor didn’t know any of that. So she just stayed in bed, thinking she was the homewrecker in this story…