I never imagined the worst day of my life would start with such anticipation. As I pulled up to the hotel with my mistress, the adrenaline was already coursing through my veins. Yet, my heart sank when I saw my father-in-law’s car parked right at the entrance. Richard’s car, unmistakable with its personalized license plate, stood as an ominous warning. Panic set in immediately. My legs trembled, and I felt a cold sweat break out across my forehead. If Richard saw me, everything would be over. My marriage, my reputation, everything.
A Close Call
I turned to my mistress, explaining in hushed, frantic tones that we couldn’t go through with our plan today. She looked at me with disbelief and then anger. “What do you mean, we can’t? We’re already here!” she hissed. But I couldn’t get my legs to move, paralyzed by the fear of being caught. She continued to press me, suggesting we find another place, but I was adamant. “No, I can’t today,” I insisted, my voice shaking.