“She’s so naïve. Still thinks I’m at a meeting” — I Forgot to Turn Off the Gas Stove on My Way to Work, So I Turned My Car Around to Go Home — But When I Opened the Door, I Found My Husband in Our Bedroom With Someone Who Shouldn’t Have Been There.

The Light Behind the Door
When she reached her house, her hands trembled as she unlocked the gate.
Something felt strange.

The front door was closed, but a faint glow flickered through the crack under the bedroom door — soft and unsteady, like candlelight.

Jason should have been long gone.

Emma stepped inside quietly. The air smelled heavy — a sweet perfume that wasn’t hers. Her heart started pounding. Then came the sound — faint, familiar whispers from behind the door.

Her fingers shook as she turned the doorknob. She pushed it slightly…

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