The Day I Wore Her Panties

🍰 The Night I Stopped Settling for Crumbs

I came home from a business trip—drained, yearning for my own bed. What I found instead was unexpected, delicate… and defiant.

Lace underwear.
Not mine.
Draped on my pillow like a taunt.

I didn’t scream.
I didn’t cry.
I just stared.

And then?
I did something no one would expect.

I washed them.
I wore them.

When my husband walked in, I greeted him like it was any other night.

“Look,” I said, motioning to the lingerie.

He froze mid-step. Keys still in hand. Not a flicker of a smile.