Your Wife Betrays Me: A desire so strong it leaves no way out
This book is born out of an unstable substance: memory.
Facts, when they exist, do not follow a precise order. They do not appear as a linear sequence, but as sudden returns-isolated images, physical sensations that resist time more than words do. Some episodes are remembered with extreme clarity, others remain blurred, incomplete, contradictory. Not out of distraction, but because this is how memory works when desire is involved.
What is told in these pages does not aim to be a chronicle, nor a faithful reconstruction of events. It is an attempt to give shape to a bond that never found a stable definition-and for that very reason, never stopped existing.
The entire story unfolds over the course of a single day.
From morning to the following dawn.
Twenty-four hours crossed by the return of memories, as if time had stopped to make room for what never stopped making itself felt.
There is no lesson to draw from this story.
No moral to defend.
No justification to seek.
There is only the exposure of a desire that, at a certain point, stops being a conscious choice and becomes a condition. A desire that does not ask to be understood, but recognized.
The events take place in Italy, where passion is lived through skin and breath-a love born of closeness, restraint, and a longing that presses, insists, and never lets go.
There is a thin line between desire and destruction.
Davide crosses it without looking back.
After an empty marriage and years of relationships without a future, Davide meets Myriam: a married woman, mother of two children, breathtakingly beautiful-luminous and dangerous like a lit flame in a closed room.
A smile.
A coffee.
One glance too many.
And his life changes direction.
A relationship is born, made of stolen time, clandestine messages, denied caresses, bodies brushing where they should not, fears that scratch and desires that overflow. A story that cannot exist in the light of day-and for that very reason becomes impossible to extinguish.
In a weave of memories, confessions, and unspoken truths, Davide tells-without filters-the vertigo of a forbidden love, Myriam's fierce sweetness, and the psychological price every form of secrecy demands.
An erotic and honest memoir that does not seek absolution.
Only the naked truth.
Because every betrayal has two culprits.
And only one true witness: desire.
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