The Scent of Betrayal

Summary

Lately, my husband has been carrying a foul odor.

It's hard to describe. It's like a backed-up septic tank mixed with the smell of rotting fish.

Whenever he gets close, the stench intensifies, making me sick to my stomach.

"Elaine, can we... tonight?"

He hugged me from behind again, his warm breath on my neck. But the first thing to hit me was that familiar, putrid smell.

My stomach churned. I shoved him away.

"Marcus, you smell disgusting!"

The desire on his face vanished, replaced by a flash of annoyance.