Chapter 2
I Couldn’t Stop Cheating On My Husband With His Best Friend
The tension had been building for weeks, and I was slowly losing my mind.
Ryan kept sending me to Scott. At first it was small things — dropping off packages, bringing documents, picking up tools. But every single time I was around Scott, the air felt thicker. Heavier. More dangerous.
Today, Ryan sent me to Scott’s house again.
“Babe, can you take these contracts to Scott? I’m stuck at the office until late.”
I wore a thin sundress with no bra. I told myself it was because of the heat. But deep down, I knew the truth — I wanted Scott to look at me. I wanted him to lose control.
When Scott opened the door, he was fresh out of the shower, wearing only grey sweatpants. Water droplets clung to his tattooed chest and a
