My Husband Used Me As His Surrogate

My eyes widened in disbelief. Was that really my husband's inner voice I just heard? How could I be tuning into his thoughts? Had he done something so outrageous that fate decided to grant me this unexpected ability to read minds?

It seemed my wonderful husband, who always seemed so devoted and reliable, might have a few extracurricular activities on the side. The incident at the cinema earlier today only fueled my suspicions. This newfound ability could come in handy to discern if he's been deceitful.

I resolved to confront him directly. "Honey, when Megan and I were at the Regal Cinema today, I saw you with another woman. Who was she?"

Azrael paused from clearing the dining table, turned, and regarded me with calm eyes. "She's my cousin's sister visiting from out of town. I ran into her while shopping and invited her for a meal. It was pure coincidence that you saw us. If you don’t believe me, you can call and ask. I really don’t want this to turn into a misunderstanding."

As he reached for his phone, I waved him off. "No need, just curious."

"Are you sure you're not upset?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

I shook my head. "I’m not that petty. As long as you’ve explained it, I’m fine."

He chuckled, looking a bit goofy before resuming his chores. I kept a close eye on Azrael, but I didn't pick up on any thoughts just then. Was I overthinking all this?

After finishing tidying up, he unexpectedly suggested taking a bath together. Though surprised and lacking evidence to back my doubts, I hesitantly agreed.

I thought that would be the end of it, but once we were back in the bedroom, he leaned in with a mischievous smile. "Honey, how about we watch a movie together?"

Intrigued, I asked, "What movie?"

When he showed me the screen, my cheeks flushed bright red. "What made you choose this?"

It was a steamy film, the kind that gets your heart racing.

"Honey, it’s our first anniversary. I thought it might spice up our night," he explained.

I instinctively shook my head, trying to gently decline. "Well, I..."

Before I could finish, he pleaded, sounding a bit disappointed, "I just want to try this with you, please?"

["My wife is so reserved. Just the thought of this makes my heart race."]

His thoughts echoed in my mind again, making me blush deeply. In the end, after much coaxing, I gave in.

After it was all over, I lay nestled in his arms, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, filled with doubt about his behavior tonight. While his words seemed reasonable, he had never shown such enthusiasm before. What was going on today?

As I lay closest to him, I heard Azrael's thoughts once more: ["There's nothing quite like my wife. No other woman compares."]