The Fitting Room's Dirty Secret

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I stood frozen outside the fitting room.

The sounds of a man and woman panting drifted through the thin curtain.

My hand reached for the fabric, trembling, before dropping three times.

The next second, the curtain swished open, and Gabriel Vance, the man I had loved for eight years, stepped out.

He was holding a piece of lace lingerie, his eyes clouded with a lingering, flushed heat.

When he saw my shocked face, a flicker of guilt crossed his eyes, bu