SEDUCED BY LUST - CHAPTER 6

As I put the final touches on packing my bags, I make a valiant effort to shut off the chatter in my head. I keep replaying the conversation we had weeks ago about the now-infamous birthday gift. At times, I honestly cannot imagine how I kept my anger in check. 

Most women would have come unglued if their husbands confessed that they wanted to sleep with their best friend. I suppose given the unusual circumstances, it is to be expected. I don't have the least bit of interest in getting together with Ryan again, but it wasn’t dreadful either.

So given that, I have decided I would put that dialog to rest and stop letting it fester. I cannot afford the mental number it's doing on me, therefore, my marriage. If I were able to share something like this with my mother, she'd tell me to let it go and life is too short, blah, blah, and blah. 

With my bags packed, I drag them over to the tiny elevator in the broad upper hallway. I love having such a decad