If you're talking with some people about cheating, you never care about the cheater's feelings. You only think about how the poor man or woman, boy or girl, must feel hurt, betrayed, miserable.
But truth is, that nobody can possibly feel worse than the cheater.
Addison felt broken. She really couldn't take it anymore. That constant sensation of being discover, so exposed to everyone, as if they were talking behind her, was tearing her apart.
She felt exhausted, Addison, when after a long shift at the hospital she had to come home, be sweet at her husband, text Mark to say if he could come over or not.
She wanted so much to let it go, without guilt, nor second thoughts. Just... stop it. Stop it and, for once, feel free, and light, good.
By now, when she closed her eyes, she could feel the touch or Mark's hands on her body, the sensation of his tongue on her chest, between her breasts.
On the other side, there were her husband's kisses, his caresses. She felt surrounded by it.
Every moment, the needed to scream grew and grew inside her, stronger, stronger. And, of course, it hacked her.
Oh, she didn't love them, no. She could be without both these men. But the ordinariness of her actions had become somehow necessary fo her to live. Not to go down and never get up again.
"I'll be home, tonight." "K, see you there."
Can I come over, or is Derek at home?
Come.
So, she simply stopped hiding it and she gave it a break.