At 60, I just wanted one hot, passionate night with a younger man… but when he bit my neck, I passed out. When I opened my eyes in the hospital, my husband was already sitting beside me, staring at the dark marks on my neck

My stomach dropped.

“Where is the man who was with me?”

“He called the ambulance.”

I closed my eyes.

But the doctor wasn’t finished.

He looked uncomfortable for a moment before saying,

“Ma’am… we also had to contact your family.”

My eyes flew open.

“Who?”

The doctor answered quietly.

“Your husband.”

My blood ran cold.

And then I heard footsteps outside my room.

They were coming closer.

The door handle began to move.

My hand instinctively covered the dark marks on my neck.

And I realized there was absolutely no way to hide what I had done.

CONTINUED IN PART 2

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PART 2

The door opened.

Robert walked in.

He didn’t say anything.

At first, he looked directly into my eyes.

Then his gaze slowly moved downward.

To my neck.

To the dark marks I had desperately tried to cover with my hand.

I saw the exact moment he noticed them.