A Night of Temptation

It was the summer after we got married, when everything felt new but familiar at once. We were both 23 and in love, or so I thought. It started with a friend’s party where he had a crush on me since college. The drinks flowed, and before long, we were alone, locked in his room. The temptation was too much; we shared this moment of weakness. There were no real words exchanged, just the heat of it all. When I got home late that night, my heart pounded as if caught red-handed, even though he never found out. It’s like a ghost living inside me, haunting our perfect life with this one indiscretion.