Not a chance in hell.

The words hit you like a punch. For a second, you imagine waking up to this every day, no secrets, no sneaking around. Just Gemma. The thought sends a jolt through you, your hips quivering as she lowers herself up and down on you again. But then reality crashes back. No way. A divorce would cost you everything. You couldn't survive financially. And Rebecca would be a massive pain in the ass - she will take you for everything you have. Not to mention your reputation in this small town would be all but ruined.

The truth is, you love your life, and you even love your wife. You love the stability, the respect, the normalcy of it all. The thrill of this - the sneaking around, the rush of stolen moments, the way your heart races every time you see Gemma's name on your phone, every time you lie to your wife's face, the danger of it all, just knowing it was wrong - is everything. The truth is, you don't want to leave your wife. You just want Gemma. And the guilt, the risk, the excitement of it all, only makes it sweet.

"No," you say, pushing her off you and back onto the bed. "I won't do that."