"Do you remember when we had a big argument about Boris’ school?" Robert asks his wife hours later. His right hand is around her in their marital bed.
"Yes?"
"I sought solace in a young girl."
"You what?" She sits up in the speed of light, serving him a death glare. He expected worse.
"I didn’t sleep with her," he adds in his defense.
"I hope so."
"But-"
"What?"
"She’s accusing me of rape," he confesses, looking away.
"What? Are you sure you didn’t?"
"I'd never have to force myself on a woman. I need your support."
"If I don't leave, It'll be because of the kids." She springs out of bed. "I hate you."
"Where are you going?"
"I’m not sleeping with you after you cheated on me."
" I swear-" the door is slammed.
Tomorrow, he will check on the police man’s progress.
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Short StoryBeing the other woman is a bitter, lonely experience. What happens when a girl is tired of playing second best?
