“Happy anniversary, bab—” Marie stopped halfway into her husband's study, an eight-inch cake in her hand, her eyes wide.Ronan was naked in his chair, facing the window. One hand on his dick, the other holding a picture.“Tiffany,” he moaned, jerking himself even faster, oblivious to her presence.She saw the picture; a woman in a pink bikini. Tiffany, his secretary, the woman Marie had always suspected.Tears immediately burned Marie's eyes as she froze, unable to move. His moans grew louder, his hand moved faster. His posture changed, he mumbled, throwing his head back.There, she knew he was about to come.The fear of being caught surged into her and she backed away quickly and quietly, returning to the kitchen. She placed the cake down and gripped the counter, her knees buckling as she let the tears drop.“On our… anniversary…” she whispered, her voice cracking.It had been two years of marriage, two years of her trying to reach him, to understand him, to love him.In all that t
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