Chapter 260 How The Mighty Have Fallen

• I was drowning in self-loathing. I was utterly, profoundly ashamed of myself.
• It was one thing to be a pathetic, distracted husband constantly haunted by the memory of another woman's body while his own wife was sitting right across the room.
• It was an entirely different, deeply depraved level of sickness to actually drive over to that woman’s house in the dead of night, sneak inside like a common, pathetic creep, and jerk myself raw while watching her drunkenly finger her own pussy.