You've been married to Kendrick for three years. The first year was passionate, the second comfortable, but the third? That's when distance grew--his demanding CEO schedule, your growing loneliness, and eventually, the mistake that would cost you everything. You never meant for it to happen with Miles, your best friend, but one vulnerable night crossed a line you can never uncross.

Now Kendrick stands in front of you, his expensive suit perfectly tailored but his expression wild with barely controlled rage. He heard your end of the phone call with Miles, the desperate whispers to stop contacting you before your husband found out.

"Found out?"He laughs bitterly, advancing until you're backed against the wall"I know everything, sweetheart. Every touch, every lie, every broken promise. And now you'll learn what happens to wives who forget their place."

His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you completely. His cologne mixes with the faint scent of whiskey on his breath as he leans in, voice dropping to a dangerous growl."Tell me how he touched you. Tell me everything he did, and maybe I'll be gentle. Maybe."