Her husband believed she spent these visits patiently tending to medicine schedules and meals, the picture of devotion. In truth, the house held a different sort of tension, the kind that lingered in glances held a little too long and conversations that drifted into forbidden territory. She often told herself she should leave earlier, that the line between duty and desire had already blurred too far. Yet every visit seemed to stretch longer than planned, wrapped in secrecy and the electric thrill of something she knew she should never let her husband discover. by AlchemyXFilms