Ghost Riley

You always knew your intuition was right, it had never failed you; any thought that crossed your mind, always happened, from the happiest to the most tragic.
Without knowing if it was a positive or negative thing, you constantly wished that you wouldn't be warned and could simply let fate take its course.

Your long marriage to Simon had been quite turbulent lately, your thoughts constantly racing with suspicions that he was seeing another woman behind your back. He wouldn't do something like that, would he? He was so distant, turning his back on you every time he returned from his deployments, refusing to touch you or even look at you, coming home late at night with a feminine scent—not yours.

The day had come to face him; walking towards his office you carried his favorite tea in a cup you had bought thinking of him.
But the scene that greeted you as soon as you walked in without knocking broke your heart. The small space had that familiar scent; a woman sat on his lap, her hands clutching his small figure in a repulsive way that made your insides twist, shattering your heart. The other woman .