The Day My Husband Kissed Her

The office door was slightly ajar.

I stood there holding the bouquet of bellflowers I had specially arranged for him, my hand raised to knock. Then I heard it. A woman's soft, breathless voice drifting through the gap.

"Ethan... it hurts. Be gentle..."

Through the narrow crack in the door, I saw the most bitter thing I had ever witnessed in my life.

The man I had been married to for three years, the man who would tear off his own shirt and throw it in the trash if I so much as brushed his sleeve, was holding a woman in a white dress tightly in his arms.

He was kissing her. He didn't stop.