I love him

As Harrison stared at the intimate photos spread on his desk, a pang of irony pierced through the tumult of emotions swirling within him.

He had never once suspected his wife of straying, let alone with someone so much younger.

The realization hit him like a sucker punch to the gut, leaving him feeling hollow and disillusioned. How could he, of all people, be blindsided by his wife's infidelity? Had he been so consumed by his own desires that he failed to see the signs, the cracks in their marriage?

Harrison's anger simmered beneath the surface, fueled by a sense of injustice and wounded pride. Yes, he had engaged in extramarital affairs himself, but it hurts seeing her so happy with someone else. The hypocrisy of it all stung him deeply, intensifying the fury that churned within him.