That Wasn't a Mobile Game

Thud.

The phone slipped from my hand and slammed onto my foot.

I couldn't move.

My whole body went numb.

The screen was burned into my brain.

No way.

Andy Bennett—the perfect husband everyone admired. The man who'd loved me for ten years.

He'd been secretly using a remote-controlled sex toy with another woman.

My eyes blurred as I grabbed his phone and opened his chat app, frantically searching for Eunice Seaton's messages.

Nothing.

Their chat was completely empty.

Too clean.

Like someone had wiped every last message.

I snapped a picture of Andy's screen and sent it to my best friend, Joella.

My voice shook. "Is this enough to prove he's cheating? Or am I losing it?"

"Seriously? If this isn't cheating, what is? Andy's begging to blow up his own life."

She was still cussing him out when the bathroom door clicked open.

I hung up so fast it was like the phone had burned me.

Andy walked out, toweling his hair dry. He took one look at my face and frowned.

"What's wrong, babe? You don't look so good."

I met those warm, familiar eyes. The face I'd loved for ten years.

I swallowed everything I was feeling.

"Honey, I saw an adult toy online. Want to buy one and try it together?"

His smile stalled.

Just for a split second.

But the flash of panic—and guilt—told me everything.

"You're a mom now. Since when are you into stuff like that?"

I bit my lip and stayed quiet.

The way I looked at him made him shift uncomfortably.

He stepped over, cupped my face, and smiled at me like always.

"If you want one, we'll get one. How could I say no?"

"It's just... we've been married a long time. We're both busy. We don't need all those gimmicks.

"Besides, you're not twenty anymore. You're thirty-six. Your body's changed. I'm worried something like that would be too much for you."

His words hit like a dull blade.

Something inside me split open.

My blood ran cold.

So that was it.

In his eyes, thirty-six was already too old for a little excitement.

No wonder he'd given all that passion to someone else.

Andy and I had been married for ten years.

We'd built our company from the ground up. People called us the perfect business team. The perfect couple.

Just last month, on our tenth anniversary, Andy rented a luxury yacht.

In front of our family and friends, he got down on one knee, looked me in the eyes, and promised we'd still be together twenty, thirty, even fifty years from now.

I could still hear those vows.

Now they landed like a slap across my face.

"Mommy."

Sasha's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Will you draw our family with me?"

One look at her sweet little face, and the tears broke free, hitting the floor.

I forced my voice to stay steady and smoothed her hair.

"Let's not draw the whole family, Sasha. Just you and me."