It was already past seven in the evening by the time I finished work. I almost went to meet Mia, the address she sent still sitting in my messages, but I could not bring myself to go. The fear of seeing her face, of hearing her accuse me of sleeping with her husband, pressed guilt into my chest like a stone.So instead of meeting her, I chose to meet him at the hotel by eight.The road was chaos. Horns blared endlessly while the red tail lights stretched like a glowing chain through the traffic. My headache pulsed in rhythm with the sound. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, whispering under my breath for the cars to move faster.After a long, heavy drive that felt like forever, I finally pulled into the hotel parking lot. My pulse quickened as I checked my phone. 7:57 p.m. I hated being late.I stumbled out, fixing my jacket tightly around me. The hotel’s warm air brushed against my skin as I stepped inside, my heels clicking on the marble floor with every step. I tried to move qui
Last Updated : 2025-11-07
