My Husband’s Masked Orgy Secret - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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The bathroom drain was clogged again with Nathaniel's black hair - except this time, something was different. Mixed in were a few chestnut strands that definitely didn't belong to either of us. My fingers trembled as I plucked them out, bringing them to my nose. Nothing smelled unusual, but that didn't calm my racing heart.
Lillian's warnings came rushing back, making my palms sweat. I carefully tucked the strands away before leaving the bathroom on unsteady legs.
The bed creaked as I collapsed onto it, my mind spinning wild theories. Maybe sun-bleached hair? Or lint from a towel? But if another woman had showered here, wouldn't there be more evidence?
I shot upright like I'd been electrocuted.
Before I knew it, I was tearing through our wardrobe, refolding every piece with manic precision. My hands knew Nathaniel's laundry routine better than my own morning coffee ritual - but this time, nothing seemed out of place. Defeated, I fell back onto the crumpled clothes, my shirt sticking to my damp skin.
Fine. DNA testing would settle this.
As I gathered the laundry, I froze. A white dress shirt and black slacks sat tangled in the hamper - a cardinal laundry sin I'd never commit. My pulse pounded in my ears as I lifted the shirt, turning it inside out like a detective examining a crime scene.
Then I caught it - the ghost of alcohol and perfume clinging to the fabric. That scent... it tickled some dark corner of my memory. My stomach dropped.
The realization hit me like a sucker punch: Nathaniel was lying.
My hands moved on their own, pulling open the nightstand's secret compartment where we kept our old condoms - untouched since his... difficulties began. The box looked pristine. I counted.
Fifteen.
The packaging said sixteen.
Ice flooded my veins as the room tilted. That missing condom screamed what my heart refused to believe.
Nathaniel was cheating.
Lillian's warnings came rushing back, making my palms sweat. I carefully tucked the strands away before leaving the bathroom on unsteady legs.
The bed creaked as I collapsed onto it, my mind spinning wild theories. Maybe sun-bleached hair? Or lint from a towel? But if another woman had showered here, wouldn't there be more evidence?
I shot upright like I'd been electrocuted.
Before I knew it, I was tearing through our wardrobe, refolding every piece with manic precision. My hands knew Nathaniel's laundry routine better than my own morning coffee ritual - but this time, nothing seemed out of place. Defeated, I fell back onto the crumpled clothes, my shirt sticking to my damp skin.
Fine. DNA testing would settle this.
As I gathered the laundry, I froze. A white dress shirt and black slacks sat tangled in the hamper - a cardinal laundry sin I'd never commit. My pulse pounded in my ears as I lifted the shirt, turning it inside out like a detective examining a crime scene.
Then I caught it - the ghost of alcohol and perfume clinging to the fabric. That scent... it tickled some dark corner of my memory. My stomach dropped.
The realization hit me like a sucker punch: Nathaniel was lying.
My hands moved on their own, pulling open the nightstand's secret compartment where we kept our old condoms - untouched since his... difficulties began. The box looked pristine. I counted.
Fifteen.
The packaging said sixteen.
Ice flooded my veins as the room tilted. That missing condom screamed what my heart refused to believe.
Nathaniel was cheating.
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