The memory of that day still haunts me. The hotel room, bathed in natural light, was a stage for a performance I never wanted to witness. The bed, adorned with pillows and a bedspread, became the centerpiece of a scene I can’t unsee. And there they were, my wife and her colleague, entangled in a moment that wasn’t meant for me.
Her Business, My Burden
She never made it to her business conference. Instead, she found herself in a threesome, a scenario I never imagined. The red dress, her choice for the event, now seemed like a cruel joke. Her head tilted, she was focused on him, a man in a white shirt and dark tie, his shirt partially unbuttoned. The intimacy between them was palpable, a silent agreement that excluded me.
The Unseen Partner
The third figure, a woman in dark stockings, stood to the side, her presence a silent acknowledgment of the power shift. Her hand on my wife’s back was a gesture of support or control, I couldn’t tell. The scene was a dance of desire and dominance, a performance I was forced to watch from the sidelines. The bed, once a symbol of comfort, became a stage for a play I never wanted to be part of. And so, the conference became a memory of betrayal, a lesson in the complexities of desire and deception.




I wish this was my wife