Bankruptcy

Andrew's POV

I slowly watched as Sheila got up from the bed and tiptoed out of my room carrying some of her clothes and purse. I had wanted to say something but decided not to. This wasn't the right time to speak with her yet.

I went to the bathroom and freshened up, thinking about last night. How did I lose control of my urges? I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't enjoy it, but the image of Evelyn lying on the hospital bed made guilt slowly creep up on me.

For the first time in five years, I had cheated on my wife. The sexual urge, Sheila's tears, her soft body, and beautiful wavy black hair, the way she pleaded for more as I was inside her, the way she clawed at my back when she orgasmed... I remembered it all.

I reached for my back and could still feel the marks of her beautiful long fingers there. The way she screamed my name and rode me wild last night, grinding her hips rhythmically on me, made me almost lose my mind.

I had not been gentle with her last night. It was as if