Steven laughed loudly, regaling his buddies with tales of his week-long resort fling with his mistress…

He worked, brought home some money. His job was “stressful,” so she couldn’t complain. Sarah figured out her husband was cheating…

He’d convinced her she was undesirable, that he only stayed for the apartment. She didn’t confront him or kick him out. She just sighed, noting two years of marriage with no kids in sight.

Steven ignored her longing, too busy with his own life. His boss had some big plans for the next month, meaning no driving duties. Steven was sent on “vacation.”

He saw an opportunity. He told Sarah he was going on a business trip with the boss.

In reality, he used his savings for a week at a local resort—forest, river, private room, three meals a day. And Lisa, a woman he’d recently met.

She was a firecracker. Steven was ready for a wild time. He lied to Lisa, saying he was a hotshot businessman, that the car was his, and that he chose a low-key resort for “discretion.”

He promised that once they were married, he’d take her to Bali, Milan for clothes, Paris for croissants. Lisa, starry-eyed, pictured herself at the Eiffel Tower.

For such prospects, she’d be extra sweet and passionate. Steven’s budget only covered a week, but he told Lisa he couldn’t be away from “business” longer.

Big contracts needed signing, he said. But soon, they’d jet off for months, hitting exotic destinations.

Lisa ate it up, grinning like a fox eyeing a plump hen. She spent the week being flirty, playful, and insatiable, proving she was indispensable.

Steven soaked it all in. Back from his “trip,” he headed straight to the garage to brag about his week with Lisa.

The guys listened, jaws dropped. They envied his nerve, pulling this off while married. What a player.

They couldn’t live like that—families, kids, in-laws, and chores tied them down. “What if Sarah finds out?” they asked. “She’ll kick you out, no question.”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Steven scoffed. “Who’d want her with that lip? She should kiss my feet for marrying her. And she wants a kid—can you imagine what kind of freak she’d pop out? I don’t need that.”

The guys shifted uncomfortably. Steven was crossing a line. Sarah was a good woman—hardworking, smart, kind.

Her scar was barely noticeable. Why was he so cruel? Did he marry her just for the apartment? “Apartment and a maid,” Steven smirked. “I don’t lift a finger at home. Sarah serves my food, washes my clothes, cleans. You guys are out there vacuuming or taking out trash. I’ve got Sarah for that.”

Seeing their disapproval, Steven wrapped it up. Sarah would be home from her second job soon. Time to head back—he was hungry after all the talk…