My Husband Wants An Open Marriage - AI interactive story

The air in the private room was thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. Ryan, my husband, was on stage, a pathetic karaoke king with an unbuttoned shirt and a slurred serenade. His secretary, Emily, clung to him, her hand provocatively tracing his arm, her eyes shining with an adoration that used to be mine.

The company’s quarterly review party. Everyone was watching. Laughing. Not at Ryan’s terrible singing, but at me. The CEO’s wife, sidelined, humiliated, while her husband made a spectacle of himself with another woman. Whispers followed me like shadows.

“Do you think they’re going to kiss?” a voice hissed behind me.

“Definitely. Bet they’ll be doing more than kissing after this.”

I gripped the armrests of my chair, my knuckles white. The laughter felt like a physical blow. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to make it stop.

Without a word, I stood, the click of my heels echoing in the sudden silence. Every eye in the room was on me. I marched towards the stage, a singular, burning purpose guiding my steps. Ryan, lost in his drunken performance, didn’t see me. But Emily did. Her smile faltered.

“Ryan,” I said, my voice cutting through the remaining hum of the music. “We’re leaving now.”