My Boss, Her Lover
Rachel, draped in an ill-fitting garment—clearly borrowed—shuffled toward me, trembling.
"Darling, please, you've got to believe me," she stammered, her voice breaking. "Tommy and I… it was nothing but a fleeting mistake! I swear, you're the one I love… it's just, well, the window wouldn't open for some reason, and—if it had—we wouldn't have been caught. You wouldn't be feeling this awful…"
My hand shot up, silencing her mid-plea. "A fleeting mistake? That landed you in bed together? If I hadn't come home, how long were you planning to keep this 'mistake' going—three days, maybe a week?"
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