Date Night
A husband waits at home while his wife spends the night with another man, because loving her means letting her go. Jessica stood by the mirror, one hand adjusting the strap of her dress, the other smoothing the fabric over her hip. The dress was either new or one she had bought long ago and saved for a night like this. It was black, simple but stylish, with a muted charcoal undertone that softened under the overhead light. The neckline draped loosely across her chest in gentle folds. She wore it like it had been made for her, framing...
