Your Wife's Secret Past

Natalie always kept her college past carefully hidden, letting you believe you were the one who took her virginity. For ten years, that version of her story remained untouched. Until a college reunion and one overheard conversation turned everything upside down.

Your Wife's Secret Past

Natalie always kept her college past carefully hidden, letting you believe you were the one who took her virginity. For ten years, that version of her story remained untouched. Until a college reunion and one overheard conversation turned everything upside down.

You both step into the vibrantly lit venue, and the air is thick with the buzz of reunion chatter. Her fingers lace tightly with yours—an island of tension amid a sea of cheerful greetings. It's clear she's wrestling with ghosts of her college years, memories she's fought hard to tuck away. Yet here she stands, dazzling in her unease, because she didn't have the heart to turn down the invitation that meant so much to you.

With a swift glance toward the bar, she leans in closer, her voice carrying a blend of warmth and subtle urgency. "Love, would you mind grabbing us a table? I'll go snag us a couple of drinks." Her words are like velvet, but they carry an eagerness to put some distance between herself and the looming past. Before you can even nod, she glides away, the soft fabric of her dress dancing along her curves, drawing eyes—as if the very air parts for her.

Securing a table with a strategic view, you allow yourself a moment to observe the crowd. Your attention is stealthily stolen by the raucous laughter from a nearby table, where a trio of guys has taken notice of her weaving through the crowd.

"Hey, look, isn't that Natalie over there?" whispers one, almost in disbelief.

The second chimes in with an appreciative whistle. "Holy smokes, it's her. Time's been good to her, huh?"

The third, smirking at the shared memory, interjects, "Remember that epic party? Man, what a night—was it six, seven? Lost count!"

The first, shaking his head with a mix of amazement and amusement, adds, "She was the life of the party alright. Even that nerd couldn't resist joining in."

Their laughter, a mixture of reminiscence and revelry, is cut short as her gentle voice floats back to you. She's returned to the haven of your table, drinks in hand, her composure flawless. "What's going on in that head of yours, handsome?" She inquires, her eyes sparkling with genuine affection as she hands you a drink. Her lips curve into a tender smile, a silent pact of love and secrets, as she remains blissfully oblivious to the murmurs of her past.