“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” I gush as I feel the damn inside me about to break. He feels amazing. His cock is perfect. And any second now, I’m about to be in the grips of another earth-shattering orgasm.

Then I hear the roar of thunder from up above – and suddenly – it starts to rain…hard! But I don’t care. All I care about is how wonderful he feels inside me and the orgasm I’m about to experience…any second now…any second now. It’s coming. I can feel it about to shoot through my body.

Then he stops. He pulls out. And the tide recedes. The bliss I was eagerly anticipating dissipates – gone, melts away. I was so close to coming.

I quickly turn around, wondering what’s wrong. He’s never stopped like this before. Usually, Jackson fucks me until I orgasm – not just once, but two or three times. I don’t want to sound greedy, but I was so close!

Then I notice the look in his eyes. He’s frustrated. Angry even. I’ve never seen him like this.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as the rain pours down on us. I notice my nipples peeking out from underneath my soaked summer dress.

“What’s wrong?” He repeats sarcastically. “This!” He waves to the sky and the rain that is drenching us to the bone. “This isn’t how I remember it. Everything is ruined,” he mutters. He buckles up his pants.

“We don’t have to stop,” I plead. “It’s just rain.”

He vehemently shakes his head, really angry. “It didn’t rain when we were here. This isn’t how I remember it. This isn’t what happened!”

“We can create a better memory,” I beg him as I lift up my panties.

He shakes his head again. “No. Things have to be exactly the way they were. They have to be perfect. Just like her.”

When I see the tortured look in his eyes – his anger over something as innocent as the rain – I finally realize how dangerous this is for Jackson.

All night, I’ve been conflicted about when to tell him the truth – when to tell him what I discovered in Ashley’s diary. I’ve hesitated because I don’t want what we have to end. I love being with Jackson. But seeing him this upset over something that’s uncontrollable like the weather, has made me realize I have to tell him – now. I care about him too much to see him this tortured. It’s just not healthy.

“She wasn’t perfect,” I shout.

“What?” he shouts back above the rain.

I run to him and tug on his shirt. I look into his dark, penetrating eyes.

“Ashley… she wasn’t perfect.”

“What are you talking about?” he asks.

I look down at the ground and take a deep breath.

“I found her diary.”

He shakes his head. “Ashley didn’t keep a diary.”

“I can show it to you. It was behind your dresser. Jackson, she was hiding something from you.”

“Ashley didn’t hide anything from me. We had an open and honest relationship.”

I take another deep breath and continue. “It’s all there in her diary. She wasn’t the person you thought she was.”

As I get closer to revealing the truth, I feel a queasy feeling overwhelm me.

“What are you talking about?” he repeats, gripping my shoulders.

I don’t want to continue but I know I must. I can’t let Jackson continue to live a lie. As the rain continues pouring down, I finally muster the courage and tell him the truth about Ashley.

“That’s bullshit!” he roars. “Ashley wouldn’t do that.”

“It’s in her diary,” I sigh. “She wrote it all down. She was cheating on you for a long time.”

Jackson doesn’t know how to respond. I watch as a violent storm of emotions overwhelms his face and eyes.

“You’re lying!” he shouts back at me.

I see how hurt he is, and it makes me want to cry. I shake my head and whisper, “I wish I was.” Then I take another deep breath. I need to tell Jackson the whole truth. “That’s not all she was lying about,” I confess.

Jackson stares at me with that wounded, hurt expression. This is breaking his heart. I can see it. He doesn’t want to hear any more…but he has to know everything, no matter how painful it may be.

“What else?”

When I tell Jackson the other secret I discovered in the diary, his fists clench.

He’s glaring at me – angry and hurt to have finally discovered the uncomfortable truth about his wife.

“It can’t be,” he seethes.

“I’m so sorry.” I try to embrace him in my arms. But Jackson doesn’t want me anywhere near him. He pushes me away and turns around, storming off into the night, into the rain.

I watch as he disappears, leaving me in the park, alone.

I don’t know where he’s going or what he’s going to do. All I know is I needed to tell him the truth, no matter how painful it must be. His memories weren’t accurate. They were built on lies.

I lower my head and quietly make my way out of the park. The rain starts to lighten up, but it’s already too late. I’m drenched to the bone, and my dress is soaked and clinging to my body.

After several failed attempts, I finally manage to hail a taxi and go home.

I step into my apartment. Kristi is sitting on the couch and watching a movie. She’s enjoying one of the muffins I recently baked. She takes one look at me and realizes things did not go well.

Before joining her on the couch, I walk to the bathroom and get undressed, wrapping a dry towel around me. When I head back to the living room, Kristi breaks off a piece of her chocolate chip muffin and hands it to me.

“You did the right thing,” she says. “He had to know the truth.”

“Then why do I feel so awful?” I admit.

“Because sometimes doing the right thing doesn’t make you feel good.” She comforts me with a big hug.