Dark Cheating Husband Second Chance Romance

I stand in the doorway of my own bedroom and watch my husband button another woman’s lipstick off his collar.The storm outside claws at the windows, but it’s nothing compared to the way my pulse pounds between my thighs—anger and desire twisted so tight I can’t tell which is winning.Leonard looks up slowly. Not startled. Not ashamed.“Liana—”“Don’t.” My voice is steady, which terrifies me more than if I’d screamed. “How long have you been screwing her in my house?”The other woman slips past me, perfume thick and shameless. The door clicks shut behind her.Now it’s just us.Leonard steps closer. He smells like sex and cedar and the kind of power that once made me weak. “It didn’t mean anything.”I laugh—low, bitter. “Your mouth was on her. That meant something.”His jaw tightens. “You’re still my wife.”The audacity burns.I move closer instead of backing away, because I refuse to be the fragile one. “If I’m still your wife,” I whisper, my fingers gripping his shirt, “why does your body only come alive when you’re betraying me?”His breath hitches. For one reckless second, I want to kiss him. Bite him. Ruin him.Instead, I step back and say the one thing that makes him pale.“Don’t worry,” I murmur. “You won’t be the only one breaking vows.”