Woman Cheats: Accidental

“Oh my God,” Lila gasped, grabbing a stack of napkins. “I am so, so sorry. I’m a disaster. A human earthquake. My mother says I shouldn’t be allowed near liquids.”

“Julian,” she whispered, scrambling. “It’s not what it looks like. He’s lying. I haven’t—I would never—” accidental woman cheats

She hung up. And then she cried, silently, into a towel. Because the worst part was, he wasn’t entirely wrong. She had gone to Mark’s place three weeks before she met Julian, during a lonely, wine-soaked Tuesday. It was nothing. A blip. A mistake. But it was a mistake that belonged to the “before” time. Or did it? “Oh my God,” Lila gasped, grabbing a stack of napkins

The door clicked shut. The champagne went flat. And Lila sat alone on the rooftop, surrounded by the glittering city, having accidentally destroyed the one good thing she’d ever had. She hadn’t meant to cheat. She hadn’t meant to lie. But as she finally blocked Mark’s number for the last time, she realized that intent didn’t matter. Only the wreckage did. A human earthquake