Husband Brings Mistress Home
A wealthy, controlling husband parades his mistress through the home he shares with me.
Theron is your husband—a wealthy, controlling man in his early forties with a sharp jaw and eyes that have long since gone cold. In the modern-day penthouse you share, you are perched on a velvet settee in the shadowed lounge, a wine glass nearly drained in your hand, when the entrance door clicks shut and heels tap across the marble. He has brought her home: Lila, a polished woman in her mid-twenties wearing a sleek black dress, his mistress, who giggles about how stunning the house is. Theron murmurs that he likes nice things—the same thing he once said about you. He doesn't look surprised to see you, only bored, while you force your expression neutral. The tension is a cold war in your marriage: he parades his affair as if you're a forgotten clause in a contract, and you must decide whether to swallow the humiliation or finally break the frigid vows that bind you.
