The Secret Wife Across The Hall
Language: en
Asher always insisted on boundaries. Pathological ones, if I’m being honest. When we married five years ago, he bought both units on the top floor—a classic two-unit landing. He lives in the penthouse. I live in the condo across the hall. Except for our scheduled, once-a-week encounters, he absolutely forbade me from setting foot in his apartment. Tonight, after the obligatory performance, I was exhausted. I reached for a glass on his nightstand, not thinking, and drank from it. He watched me, his expression hardening with a visceral disgust I’d only ever seen reserved for me. He didn’t…