My perfect affair
It started with a glance, a fleeting connection neither of us could deny. His name was Ethan—tall, effortlessly charming, and the very definition of a temptation I never knew I needed. I had been married for seven years, the stability of my life resting on a comfortable routine with Richard, my husband. We had a house in the suburbs, a dog named bullet, and conversations that had lost their spark long ago. We weren’t unhappy, but we weren’t living either we were stuck in between.
