Six months. That's how long my husband was inside her while whispering lies into my ear.

When Nick Govers walked in with proof and vengeance burning in his eyes, something shattered in me. And in that wreckage, a dangerous idea took shape.

"An affair," I whispered. "Real. Raw. Dirty. No rules."

His smile was lethal. "When do we start?"

What came next was supposed to destroy them—supposed to be calculated, clinical. But Nick touched me like he was burning the world down, and I let him. Every night, he unraveled me completely. Every morning, I craved more.

Our spouses crumbled. The plan worked.

Then Nick looked at me like everything had changed.

And God help me, I realized I didn't want the game to end.

We promised: no strings, no feelings. We lied.

WARNING: This story contains explicit scenes and two broken people who find each other in the most sinful way possible.