It wasn't the peeling wallpaper or the floorboards that sighed underfoot. It was the covenant she’d made with three other couples to buy the old Victorian manor—a “modern experiment in radical honesty,” they’d called it. A house where no lock existed, where phones lay in a basket by the door, and where every glance, every lingering touch, was permissible. A house of confessed infidelity.
Iris didn’t flinch. Marcus did—a tiny crack in his mask. Then he smiled. “Ah. The one you were supposed to find.” -VixenX- Lyra Law - House Of Infidelity -19.08....
“You’re right about one thing,” she said, pulling out her own phone. “It is about reaction.” It wasn't the peeling wallpaper or the floorboards
Lyra’s breath stopped. She looked at Iris, who now held a small, black camera—its lens aimed at Lyra’s face. A house of confessed infidelity
“Radical honesty,” Lyra said, backing toward the garden gate. “I set a fire in the library. Sasha and Jules are already out the back. Lena and Theo left an hour ago through the cellar. And the only thing the cameras will capture tonight is your beautiful, burning house of infidelity.”
Her husband, Marcus, had been the architect of the idea. A charismatic therapist who preached “emotional transparency,” he’d convinced her that jealousy was a colonial construct, that love could be a commune, not a cage. Lyra—then a painter losing herself in blank canvases—had agreed. She’d wanted to feel something again.