…oblivious to David’s presence under the bed. Their conversation was filled with an ease that seemed more intimate than friendly. David’s breath caught in his throat as he watched Clara, his wife, wrap her arms around Mark, laughing at something he whispered in her ear. The sight was a punch to his gut, each giggle and murmur tightening the knot of betrayal within him.
As they moved closer to the bed, David stilled every muscle, praying he wouldn’t be discovered. Clara and Mark sat on the edge, their conversation dipping into a territory that made David’s blood boil. “I can’t believe how easy it is,” Mark said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Doesn’t he suspect anything?”
