Tears streamed down my face, salty as they mingled with the taste of despair on my lips.
My beloved Betty, the sacred part of her I cherished, was now unabashedly given to another man—her own son.
This scene unfolded before my eyes on the surveillance footage, a sight I hadn't fully witnessed because I couldn't bring myself to watch the entire feed.
Seeing Betty's composed demeanor and Michael's unsurprised expression, I knew this wasn't Michael's first experience of this nature with her.
All I could do was purse my lips, trying to block the salty tears from entering my mouth, adding to the bitterness overwhelming me.
At this moment, I wanted to turn away, to shift my gaze elsewhere, but it was as if I were under a spell, unable to control my body, my eyes fixated on the sight of my beloved wife performing oral sex on another man, her sensual, pure lips enveloping the most sordid part of him.