I could see it in his eyes, his laugh.
They weren’t crinkling in the genuine way they usually do, and his smile was just a little too forced to be entirely authentic.
As I looked over, he looked nervous. Sweaty. Holding my gaze only as long as was necessary, then turning away, eyes fixed straight ahead.
“Have you, have you cheated one me?” I blurted out.
His mouth said no, but his face betrayed him. He’d watched ahead on ‘our’ series. He’d Netflix cheated on me. Something caught in my throat and I felt a sharp pain where my heart used to be.
Eventually I’d find out more details (in researching for this article and on VALENTINE’S DAY, no less.)
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I literally just did this tonight and my husband came home early and caught me! In my defence it's the first time and last night after the end of season 1 he said I just don't have time to watch this show anymore implying he wasn't continuing with me on the season 2 train.
My wife is a serial TV cheat, I've withdrawn chocolate privileges.
Cruel? Unusual? So's sitting around listening to your colleagues/mates discussing Season 3 of Breaking Bad, when you've never got past S2 due to hours of streamy infidelity.