A Costly Divorce

Selena still wore Eric's ring when she opened the door and found Katie in her uniform, package in hand. Their eyes locked. Five minutes later they were tearing at each other's clothes in the guest room. Selena learned fast how another woman tasted, how soft and urgent everything could feel. She went back again the next day, and the day after that. The secret ate at her until one night she whispered it into the dark: she couldn't keep lying to Eric, couldn't keep lying to herself. She wanted out. So when Eric came through the door that evening, divorce papers waited on the table. Katie stood behind Selena, fingers laced with hers. Selena said the words plain: she'd been fucking Katie for weeks. Eric's face went cold. He snatched the papers, read the first line, then laughed once, short and ugly. "Sign them," Selena said. Eric shook his head. "Not a chance. You want your freedom? Earn it. Both of you strip. Right now. I fuck you both and I sign."