A Slut With No Name (5)The next morning, everything was normal.Pancakes sizzled on the pan, syrup was sticky on the counter, and my youngest was screaming about a missing sock. I stood at the kitchen island, flipping with one hand, wiping with the other, pretending my thighs weren’t still tender. Pretending I hadn’t moaned into someone else’s hand just hours ago.My husband walked in, still half-asleep, kissed my cheek like he always did, distracted, barely touching.“Morning,” he mumbled, reaching for coffee. “You okay?”“Yeah,” I said, stirring the batter again. “Just tired.”He nodded, already checking emails. I looked at the man I married, the father of my children and felt nothing. Not hate, not love. Just… silence. Like we were in the same room but not in the same world.I dropped the kids off at school, smiled at the other moms, answered questions about soccer practice and birthday parties. No one could tell. No one knew. I wore my face like a mask, perfect and polished.But
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