Goodbye, My Love

In the dark of the night, Loraine Bryant walked nervously to a room, straightening her silk nightgown with sweaty palms.

This was the first time she’d worn such a revealing nightgown, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear, either.

There was a cool breeze, and the sensation of it brushing past her skin made her tremble.

Loraine spurred herself on.

There was nothing to be afraid of, she reminded herself.

The man in the room was her husband, Marco Bryant, and they had been married for three years. A nightgown like this was made for times Like this.

and taking deep, calming breaths, Loraine knocked

were slightly pursed. He was as handsome

“It’s late. What’s up?”

ice cold. It was like looking

all the courage she had

remember

“Get to the

said, “It’s our third wedding anniversary. You’ve seemed so busy Lately. But it doesn’t

she finished speaking than a woman suddenly stepped out from behind Marco. She stood comfortably by his side and

Loraine with a smile.

from Marco. We