“You are savage,” Emma said, clinking her glass against mine. “But I love it. I really do.”

As the evening wore on, the laughter and drinks flowed, but deep down, I was thinking about what would happen when I returned home. It was only a matter of time before Steve figured out the full extent of what I had done. And once he did, things would never be the same. I didn’t know whether he would confront me or try to make excuses, but one thing was for sure… I wasn’t going to let him walk away from this one.

Two hours later, I pulled into the driveway, a sense of calm settling over me. But as I stepped inside, the silence that greeted me felt heavier than usual. The house, usually filled with the hum of life, now seemed like a hollow shell. I couldn’t hear Steve’s usual sarcastic comments or the sound of his footsteps moving around.

The air felt thick with tension, and my stomach turned with a sudden sense of dread. Something wasn’t right. I walked slowly through the house, my senses on high alert, trying to detect any sign of him.

I made my way to the stairs, the same stairs where earlier he had stormed up in a frantic attempt to find relief. But as I reached the top, I noticed something strange. The bathroom door was wide open. And the smell… it was unlike anything I had ever encountered.

I walked cautiously toward the open door, my heart pounding in my chest. Inside, I found something that made my blood run cold.