From the moment I said my wedding vows, I knew I wouldn’t stop. My husband is a good man, and a perfect father, but what I had with my college boyfriend was different. He gave me the kind of excitement and intimacy that I was addicted to. We never broke things off. Even after I was married, we kept meeting in secret, and each time, the thrill was impossible to resist. It wasn’t just the secrecy-it was him. He knew how to make me feel alive, and our connection in bed kept pulling me back.
I knew it was dangerous, but I couldn’t walk away. I didn’t want to. We were both playing a game, and we thought we had it all under control. That control shattered the moment he moved into my building. I didn’t expect to see him on my doorstep, much less living beside me with his wife. Now, every day I face him, just a few steps away from my own family. The affair I thought I could keep hidden is suddenly far too close. How much longer can I hide this?
Seeing him every day only fuels the fire. We’re both trapped in this cycle of desire, neither of us able to break free. He’s as addicted to the thrill as I am. We don’t need to speak to understand it, one look, one touch, and we’re both lost in the same rush.
The proximity makes it worse. Every moment we share in secret feels like it’s teetering on the edge of exposure. We’ve both built lives that should satisfy us, but this affair is the piece we can’t let go of. We crave the danger, the risk, even as it gets riskier by the day. I can’t deny that the stakes have made it more intense, more irresistible. But the walls are closing in.
We’re walking a tightrope, knowing full well how close we are to falling. It’s only a matter of time before something breaks, and when it does, there’s no telling how far the fallout will spread. What would you do if you couldn’t stop?