My First Affair: The Raw Thrill That Broke My Marriage
Rain hammered the office windows that night. Empty desks. Just me, finishing reports, heart already pounding from days of stolen glances. Yann lingered by the copier, coffee in hand. His voice cut through: ‘You shouldn’t be alone so late.’ I laughed it off, but my pulse betrayed me. We talked. Too long. His hand brushed…
