I met your husband nine years ago.
I was freshly graduated from university and looking for a job in my field of study. I remember it was my very first day in the office when I saw him. He was tall, blonde, had a great smile, kind eyes, and was looking gorgeous in a suit.
I remember seeing the wedding ring and being disappointed but I didn’t really think much beyond that. We worked very closely together during my first few months, but nothing ever really moved beyond surface level conversation between two work colleagues. Why would it?
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It was a warm night in summer and we all walked down to the local pub one night after work for drinks.
Your husband and I found our way into a conversation with another and by this stage, we were VERY drunk. He whispered in my ear how attractive he found me and that he wanted to take me home.
I almost fell off my stool in shock, but I was also young, naive, insecure, and drunk… and this attention gave me some kind of validation I was craving at the time.
We snuck off and thus begun the start of our three-month affair. I took him home that night and he could not stop telling me how beautiful I was. Every word that came out of his mouth was like a drug to me. I couldn’t get enough.
We had to sneak around at work. Everyone knew about your marriage – of course they did. Deep down I knew he would never leave you for me and I was fine with that. I had no respect for you, and I evidently had no respect for myself either.
But that didn’t stop how thrilling and forbidden it felt. We had quickies in the office, we would meet after his shift by the river in my car, we snuck away from multiple office gatherings to get our fix.