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Claire.
There was a black box in my bed, tied with a silk ribbon and had the color of dried blood. There was no card, but it had a note folded neatly on top.
Wear this tonight.
Come to my office at midnight.
Knock twice. Then walk in.
— J
My hands were shaking before I even lifted the lid. Inside was a set of lingerie so delicate it looked like sin spun into thread. It was sheer black lace, the bra cut low, the panties a thin triangle with ties on the side. There was a garter belt, too. And stockings. He’d thought this through.
I should’ve said no. I should’ve burned the whole thing and washed him out of my skin with cold water.
But I didn’t.
At 11:58, I stood in front of the dark wooden door at the end of the hallway. The estate was silent. My husband was asleep in the guesth
