Every Promise Was a Lie

Summary

After I was diagnosed with delusional disorder, I kept seeing images of my wife cheating on me.

My psychiatrist told me to avoid intimacy for a while.

To ease the symptoms, I started sleeping in a separate room.

Three years later, a doctor told me I'd recovered.

I went home to share the good news, only to find my wife tangled up with my closest friend on the living room couch.

I assumed the delusions were back.

As I turned toward the bedroom, my friend asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Does it get you off more, knowing Declan's right here?

"Aren't you afraid he'll file for divorce?"