Andrew Carter
A surge of anger rose within me. Just the thought of her having fun with someone else infuriates me. But I can't deprive Anne of living her life; our marriage is one of convenience, and what could I expect from her? Given her past, it's absolutely normal—she doesn't owe me fidelity. If she wants, she can even sleep with whoever she likes.
Around 11:20 p.m., I hear her footsteps in the hallway. I leave the office, and Anne is trying to balance on her heels. The way she's walking is almost amusing; I think she might fall at any moment.
I approached her and stopped just behind her, leaning in close to her ear.
"Good evening, Miss Moore," I said.
She turns around abruptly and nearly falls, but I quickly grab her by the waist, pressing my body against hers. Anne looks at me s
