I have a secret.
It’s a dark and dirty flaw in my character that I’ve been dying to confess to someone, anyone, just to release me from my guilty hell.
“I have a mistress.”
There. I said it…
I’ve been seeing her for some time now. We often meet late at night, in a darkened room, amidst piles of laundry.
We whisper. We kiss. We plan.
And then she is gone. Was I dreaming?
No… I hear something.
It’s coming from the baby monitor next to the bed.
My daughter is stirring. It’s 3:00am.
Another voice, soothing her back to sleep. I recognize it.
My wife.
My mistress.
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