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I Told My Husband About His Boss… And He Couldn’t Look Away

What started as a fantasy became the night that broke us open.

It started small.

The thought of him was like a low electric hum under everything I did. At work, making dinner, brushing my teeth. Always there, buzzing, waiting.

Mark — Steve’s CEO.

It wasn’t just the suits, though God, he wore them like they’d been stitched for his body alone. It wasn’t just the voice, sharp enough to cut through any room and make grown men sit straighter. It was the weight he carried. The way people moved when he entered, as if gravity had shifted.

My body understood him before my mind dared to admit it. That kind of pull is ancient, cellular.

I told myself it was harmless. A fantasy. Something to lock away in the private garden of my head, tended to only when the house was silent and I was pressed against my own hand in the dark.

But fantasies have a way of demanding air.

With Steve, things were… good. Fine. We loved each other. We had the rhythm married couples get — bills, groceries, sex every couple weeks, if that. A…