The Dutiful Wife

DAPHNE

I sat in the living room with a glass of water in hand, staring blankly at the floor. My mind kept replaying last night, no matter how hard I tried to push it away. The way Dominic kissed me, the way I gave in for those few, dangerous seconds—it was all too much to process.

I should’ve stopped him sooner. Should’ve pulled away the moment his lips touched mine. But I didn’t, and now the memo