She never meant for it to go this far, it began in innocence. I suppose it often does though. The road to hell is paved with good intentions right? She just needed something. Something more, something else . . . She felt selfish at the thought of it but the feeling only intensified with the passage of time. The more she tried to quell her longings the more they grew until the intensity was too much to bear and she gave in. It wasn't the first time. She knew too well how it could all end.

She began to steal moments in the day while the family she loved was away to feed her hunger, to satiate the desire that burned within. For a long while she was satisfied. She felt no true remorse; no one knew what she did during the fleeting moments in the light of the afternoon sun. What they don't know won't hurt them right? Soon though, it wasn't enough anymore. She began to take chances. Late into the night, when she was certain her love was sleeping sound, she would sneak from their bed for a midnight rendezvous.

The old flame had been rekindled within her and once again she felt the rush that only secrecy can hold. She began to grow careless, every so often a giggle would escape and float down the hall, she hoped the closed door to the room in which her husband lay would muffle the sound of it. In those moments she felt the slightest twinge of guilt. Knowing what she was doing was wrong. Knowing that when the morning came she would be weary and the day would be long. But the thought of what the night held for her was stronger and she gave no thought to giving it up.

Days, weeks, months went by before she realized something was wrong. She had no idea her husband had been woken by her carelessness many times. She had no way of knowing how many nights he spent, listening through the door, wondering what he should do. Unbeknownst to her, he had made the decision to confront her, catch her in the act. When the night came, he kissed her sweetly and whispered his love to her. He closed his eyes and feigned sleep until she slowly slid out of the bed, tiptoed across the room and quietly closed the door behind her. He waited. Patiently, giving her enough time to begin doing what she had snuck out to do. He slowly opened the door as quietly as she had closed it and made his way down the hall until he could see her shadow, glowing in a soft, flickering light.

His heart sunk. It all made sense now. The tired mornings, the hastily prepared meals and earlier bedtimes .

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