After My Wife Outplayed Me at Poker

Synopsis

I noticed it the moment I stepped into our bedroom—a faint, sweet floral scent that didn't belong to me. My fingers hesitated on the light switch as I inhaled again, making sure I wasn't imagining things. No, it was definitely there, clinging to Ryan's Armani blazer draped carelessly over our bedroom chair. The perfume was nothing like the subtle Chanel I'd worn for years. This was younger, sweeter. Insistent. I lifted the blazer, bringing it closer to my face. The scent was strongest on the collar and lapels. My stomach tightened as I pictured someone else's arms wrapped around my husband's neck, her perfume transferring to his clothes during an embrace that wasn't meant for me. "What are you doing?" I startled, nearly dropping the blazer.