The Magnolia Affair
The Magnolia Affair
Copyright © 2015 by T.A. Foster
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Table of Contents
The Magnolia Affair
Head Over Heels Collection
Kissing Eden
(Book 1)
Loving Eden
(Book 2)
A Very Grey Christmas
(Book 3)
Hollywood Kiss Collection
Finding Haven
(Book 1)
Red Lines
(Book 2)
Ivy Grace Spell Series
Time Spell
(Book 1)
Cover Spell
(Book 2)
Fire Spell
(Book 3)
To Shane
I
am having an affair.
I know what you’re thinking. There has to be a reason. There needs to be a reason. Something acceptable like after five years of marriage I had spent too many nights alone with a glass of wine. Or when my workaholic husband was home, we slept back to back, as if he had forgotten how to touch me.
You would understand that. You’d probably pity me and say, “Bless her heart. How could a husband treat his wife that way? What else could you do?”
You’d want me to tell you that the only thing we exchanged was conversations about the weather and updates on what needed to be added to the grocery list.
It would probably calm the judgment bubbling to the surface if I described how we ate dinner in front of the television, commenting occasionally on a drastic cliffhanger to be continued next week.
You’d give me a look of pity if I told you he stopped noticing when I got my hair cut, or if I walked into the room in a new dress.
The story would start to come together in your mind if I painted a picture of how we went to bed at separate times out of habit, forgetting that we once scheduled everything around the other.
You could see it happening. You would almost feel it slipping away like water through your fingertips. It might create doubt about your own marriage, even though you’d shake your head, knowing that couldn’t happen to you. Little pieces of your own truth filtering in between the images you have of us.
It wasn’t my fault. That’s what you’d tell yourself. You’d probably want to hug me and console me with the soothing words, “It’s understandable. No one can blame you.”
But, I have a confession. Something you won’t want to hear. Words that will haunt you more than the excuses. None of it is true. My husband didn’t do those things. There isn’t a single thing that led me to another man.
I am having an affair for the worst possible reason. Because I can.
