Hot Shower, Cold Heart by Mark Twain 1
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3 AM. I walk through the door.
The shower’s set to my temperature.
My stomach drops.
My husband’s a military instructor-six-foot-three of muscle and zero attention span. He always cranks it to 145°F, hot enough to scald. NEVER remembers to turn it back down.
One week away, and suddenly he’s considerate?
I wrap the towel tighter. “Did you hit your head or something?”
He flashes that grin, mock-salutes. “Babe, I swear-won’t happen again.”
Babe.
I turn back to the bathroom.
When the steam clears: two sets of handprints smeared across the glass. And coiled in the drain-one long black hair.
Cute.
I text my cousin at his academy:
[Black hair. Long. 5’5″. Find her. $50K]
Three seconds later:
[OH IT’S ON. That homewrecking slut is DONE!!!]
What kind of woman showers in a married man’s bathroom?
The answer’s pretty fucking obvious.
Worse than the hair? Those handprints on the glass. I can see exactly how they were positioned.
Five years of marriage. Five years of Zach being perfect.
Military family golden boy. Charming. Attentive. Everything a husband should be.
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Never in a million years did I think we’d end up here.
My phone buzzes.
It’s my cousin Emma-photo attached.
Zach’s surrounded by students on the academy field. Front and center? A girl crouched down, looking up at him.
Short. Long black hair. Baby face. Huge doe eyes.
Even through the grainy photo, you can see the youth radiating off her.
She’s smiling at him like he hung the goddamn moon.
I inhale sharply. The air feels like ice picks stabbing into my lungs.
Emma’s messages keep coming:
[His class this year. Med student. Senior. Naomi Warren.]
[Can’t believe someone who looks that innocent is such a snake.]
I transfer the money immediately:
[Don’t do anything. I’ll handle it.]
When Zach wakes up, I’ve already locked my expression down tight.
He sees the dark circles under my eyes and his face crumples with concern. “Babe, did you sleep at all?”
I want to throw Naomi’s name in his face. Instead, I smile softly. “Jet lag’s brutal.”
He pushes me gently back onto the bed, presses a kiss to my forehead. “I shouldn’t have kept you up last night. Sleep more. I’ll call you when breakfast is ready.”
Still so fucking perfect.
At the table, he’s suddenly rushing through his food. I frown. “I thought you didn’t have class today?”
“Med students have a field drill. I need to supervise.”
He’s halfway out the door when I say quietly, “Did you forget what today is?”
He freezes. Glances at his phone. His face falls. “Shit. Your dad’s memorial. I’m so sorry-I promised I’d go with you.”
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“But this drill’s been scheduled for weeks-”
I laugh coldly inside.
“Go. I want to talk to him alone anyway.”
He leaves immediately.
After the cemetery, I head straight to the academy field.
The med students are running emergency response drills.
Zach blows his whistle. “Pair up. We’re practicing CPR.”
Everyone scrambles into groups-except one girl left standing alone in the center.
Students start shouting:
“Yo, who’s giving Naomi mouth-to-mouth?”
“Who do you think? Coach would lose his shit if anyone else touched her!”.
Naomi makes a face at them, laughing. “You guys are disgusting! There’s nothing dirty about CPR!”
“It’s literally a medical procedure!”
Zach clears his throat. “Alright, alright. It’s just a demo. Settle down.”
Then he waves her over. “Naomi, lie down.”
She does.
And he leans down and kisses her.
Right on the mouth.
In front of everyone,
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