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I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go to our high school reunion.
It sounded boring. Just a bunch of people pretending they were happier than they really were.
But my wife, Mia, was excited from the moment the invitation came. She spent the whole afternoon getting ready, changing dresses twice, fixing her hair until it looked like something out of a movie.
When she finally turned around and asked, “How do I look?” I just said, “Perfect.”
And she really did. Maybe too perfect.
The hotel ballroom was packed with faces I half-remembered. Everyone looked older, heavier, or richer. Then someone called out Mia’s name, and she froze. I didn’t need to ask who it was. The look in her eyes told me everything. her old love, Dan.
He looked exactly how I remembered from pictures she once showed me. Confident, tall, that easy grin. They hugged, just a quick friendly one, but I could tell by how long she held his arm that she wasn’t ready to let go.
I tried to laugh it off, talking to a few people from my old class, but my eyes kept finding her. Every time I looked, they were closer. Sharing a drink. Whispering. Touching hands when they laughed.
When the DJ switched to slow songs, Dan asked her to dance. She looked at me, almost asking for permission. I shrugged and said, “Go ahead.” I don’t know why I gave her permission. Maybe I just don’t want to look insecure. And then I watched them. His hand on her waist. Her head tilted back when she laughed. My chest tightened, not just with jealousy, but something I can’t describe.
After a while, I needed air. I went outside to the parking lot, trying to cool off. When I came back, she wasn’t at our table. Her bag was, but she wasn’t. Something in my stomach dropped.
I walked down the hallway, past the restrooms, then around the corner toward the smaller banquet rooms. That’s when I saw them. The door was half-closed, a thin strip of light cutting through the dark hall. Inside, I could see them close, too close.
I saw her arching her back while Dan was behind her. It took me a while to realize that they were actually FUCKING. I didn’t know what to do, I was too shocked from what I saw. She was moaning. She tries to cover her mouth to cover her noise, but it doesn’t help. She was enjoying this. I even heard her say “I miss this. I need this”
Dan said “Your husband can’t satisfy you like I do” then proceeds to fuck her harder. My wife replied “He can’t replace you. You fuck me good”. I froze, I didn’t know what to do.
My heart pounded so hard I thought they’d hear it. I should’ve walked away, but I didn’t.
I just stood there, frozen, watching as she moved like I’d never seen before.
And the worst part is, I couldn’t tell if I was angry or turned on.
When I finally stepped back, my hands were shaking. I left before they noticed.
In the car, I stared at the steering wheel until she came out a few minutes later.
Her lipstick was faded. She looked flushed but calm.
Neither of us said a word on the drive home.
That night, she fell asleep right away. I lay beside her, staring at the ceiling, every image replaying in my head.
And even though I wanted to hate what I saw. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.