The Dare
Language: en
I got a video. It was from her assistant. On the screen, my wife was locked in a passionate kiss with him—in my car. There were even wet stains glistening on our son's child safety seat. The excuse? She’d lost a game of dare. I forwarded the video to her directly. "Is Belmont Enterprises going bankrupt, Victoria? Is my car the only place you can afford for your little affair?" Her reply was a voice message, her tone syrupy with wine and flirtation. "We have a business arrangement, Zac. Did you actually start thinking you were my husband? It was just a game. Why are you getting so worked up…