I woke to the scent of fresh linen and floral perfume, feeling light as a feather like always. I loved my life. I had all I ever wanted: A hardworking husband, a perfect son, and the incredible opportunity to run my own bakery which had been thriving since I’d opened three years ago. There were always plenty of fresh faces sprinkled into my regular customers. He walked in at noon, the little bell above the door tinkling....

“Did you fuck her?” I whispered. He stood at the other end of the room, my husband, with his back to me. Slowly, he turned, eyes finding me in our bed. “You want to fight? Is that what you want?” he accused, denying nothing. “Why can’t you just answer the question?” “No, I’m not fucking cheating on you, Samantha. God, why does your mind always go there? Why-” “Because there always seems to be something that comes up to ma...

I stared at the counter. Music played faintly over the speakers, sunlight shining through the windows as happy customers chatted around me. And I kept staring at the counter. The spot where James made me cum the night before. People had been ignorantly passing me their money over it all morning. I couldn’t escape the shame from such a constant reminder, and I wanted to scream. I nearly did when James walked into my store....