Lace And Lies

Synopsis

An anonymous email shattered everything I thought I knew. In the attached photo was my gentle and graceful wife, Roxy. However, in it, she was lying on a hotel bed I didn't recognize, wearing black lace I had never seen before, her eyes hazy and seductive. At the end of the email, a taunting line read: [Your wife tastes pretty damn good. What a pity she ended up with a loser like you.] I had talent, but no path for promotion—blocked by the dimwitted son of my boss who parachuted in from nowhere. My life was already at rock bottom. Then came this email, attaching photo after photo of my wife in bed, seductive in ways she'd never shown me, accompanied with provocative words: [Your wife tastes nice. What a shame she made a horrible choice.] That instantly blew apart my last shred of reason.