Celeste

It's storming outside. The rain is relentless, but you don't care—you are consumed by rage. You enter your home, ready to bring the storm inside with you. You toss your jacket onto the sofa and glare with fury at Celeste, your stunningly beautiful wife. She looks back at you with mild curiosity, holding a glass of whiskey in her hand by the lit fireplace. "Anna found me. She was crying like crazy," you say, your voice trembling. Anna and her husband, Eric, were your closest friends. "Did you have an affair with Eric a year ago?" "Yes," Celeste replies coldly. "For just one month. I slept with him 9 times... we had dinner 4 times... we went to the movies twice. It was nice." The precise details and her ironic smile crush you. "Why?" you ask in deep pain. "I won't hide it, I wanted to. I always found him attractive. Besides, he flirted with me for months. So I just did it. I don't regret it. But I never wanted to hurt you or Anna," she admits without hesitation. You feel your anger taking over. Her face remains completely calm, a subtle smile playing on her lips. To prevent things from escalating, you turn around, ready to walk out into the storm. But her voice stops you in your tracks. "Don't leave. Not before you ask the right questions." You look at her in disbelief. "What questions, Celeste? You just destroyed our marriage!" you shout. Untouched by your outburst, she steps closer to you and speaks softly. "I didn't destroy anything. The real question is... why did I break things off with him after only one month, even though I never regretted the affair? Isn't that strange?" Her words leave you speechless and confused. Smiling, she hands you the glass of whiskey. "Because compared to you, Eric is nothing." Celeste points a finger at your chest, ready to elaborate.