Taste of Betrayal

Cora.

She was scantily dressed, swaying her body to the rhythm of a sensual music playing in the background. Right in front of her was no one other than my husband, Enzo Mancini. He sat laid back on a sofa, watching her. I held my breath, barely seeing anything. I thought I could hold it all in, but when she went to him and he gave in without any resistance, I kept the phone back where I picked it