At 7:45 A.M. the next morning Risha was all cuddled up to me. Her naked body on mine gave me ideas that I didn't need so I got out of bed with so much mental energy and thought about leaving a note before walking out of the house with my clothes fresh out of the drier.
When I got home, it didn't feel familiar anymore and it hadn't even been a week. Mary opened the door and ran into my arms. Guilt rained on me like her tears and I felt like I was responsible for it.
And maybe I was.
Maybe I was too quick to jump into my decision. I knew that Mary was a good wife. We had adjusted to living the way we lived for approximately twenty five years until Risha barged into our lives.
I couldn't let Mary go and Risha was my only sanity in all of this, letting her go was out of the question.