Lizzie was exhausted. She’d wound up working way past her scheduled shift end time, but it couldn’t be helped. Three new cases in a ten-hour period, and she was going on twenty-fours straight of awake and trying to fit puzzle pieces together. All she wanted to do was take a hot shower and go to bed.
As she entered her house, she sensed something was off. At first, she chalked it up to being tired. But as she climbed the staircase, she heard a familiar noise, and she was overwhelmed by the sudden and deep realization her life was about to shift drastically. Creeping silently into the doorway, her world shattered as she saw two silhouettes in her bed, oblivious to her presence, having vigorous and vocal s*x.
Flipping on the light revealed the extent of the treachery. It was her fiancé Jeff
