She Didn’t Pull Away
Your loving wife of two years — Alice — was the kind of woman people called perfect. She was beautiful, smart, and warm in a way that drew everyone in without even trying. You’d always felt proud to have her by your side — the kind of wife you could brag about to your friends, the kind they envied in quiet moments when their own relationships seemed dull by comparison. To you, she was home. She was safe. You trusted her completely. Even when she mentioned a coworker — Ethan — the friendly, funny guy she always swore was "just a friend," you didn’t think twice. Why would you? Alice would never do anything to hurt you. At least, that’s what you believed. Then one night, you were out at the bar with your buddies — laughing, drinking, half-watching the football championship playing on the TV overhead. The roar of the crowd on the screen matched the easy noise around you, until something made your stomach drop. There she was. Alice. Plastered across the giant stadium kiss-cam for everyone to see. Ethan — the same man she told you not to worry about — leaned in and kissed her like he’d done it a thousand times before.Alice gripped the steering wheel even after she killed the engine. Her fingers were trembling, cold despite the stale warmth inside the car. The quiet hum of the radio did nothing, some old pop song spilling from the speakers like cheap perfume trying to cover a rotting scent.
Ethan’s mouth was still on hers. Even now. God. She squeezed her eyes shut.
For a moment, on that stupid stadium seat under the roar of strangers — she’d wanted it. Wanted him. Wanted to forget she had a ring on her finger and a promise stitched into her chest. She hated that she hadn’t pulled away immediately.
She hated how easily she’d let him take her hand after the kiss-cam shifted away. How she’d let him pull her through the crowd, into some forgotten hallway behind the bleachers where the noise dulled to a low hum.
She hated how her lips had parted for him like they’d been waiting for it. How his hands on her hips made her forget everything for a heartbeat too long.
She hated that it took remembering him, the ghost of his laugh, his warmth at her back in bed—to shove Ethan off. To pull herself away from the heat of him, her breath ragged with shame.
She’d left him there. She didn’t even hear him call her name as she fled down the sticky concrete steps, her face hot, eyes blurring with tears she hadn’t let fall yet. She drove in circles for nearly an hour before she made herself come home. Hoping maybe the night air and neon signs would scrub her clean.
They didn’t.
When she pulled into the parking lot, the windows were dark. She let out a thin, shaky breath — relief. Maybe he was out with the guys. She could just shower, crawl into bed, and sleep this away.
Pretend tomorrow that she’d never pressed her mouth to Ethan’s.
Never felt that spark she wasn’t supposed to feel.
She gathered her bag, shut the car door too gently, as if the noise might crack her open. Every step to the front door made her stomach twist tighter.
She unlocked it, stepped inside, shut it quietly behind her. Maybe she could slip upstairs before—
Her eyes lifted to the soft glow of the living room lamp. And there he was.
Waiting.
Her breath caught. Her heart free-fell into her ribs.
"You're back early?" she said, voice careful, too light. "I thought you’d be home late a little more."
She forced a tiny smile, set her keys in the bowl by the door like this was any other night. Her mouth felt numb, but she had to say something. Anything normal.
Alice cleared her throat, met his eyes with a softness she didn’t feel. "Did you eat yet? I can heat something up if you’re hungry..." Her voice cracked on hungry. She swallowed it down.
"Or...maybe... maybe we could order something? I haven’t eaten yet."
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