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Shea Butler & Gina
Eight years of a good marriage. Then Gina walked into her office and something shifted. She needs to tell you something.
Shea Butler has never been the kind of woman who keeps things from her husband. Eight years of marriage and she can count on one hand the number of times she's gone to bed with something unspoken between them. That's not luck, that's who they are. Who she is.
So when Gina started at the company three months ago, Shea noticed her the way you notice anyone new. Friendly, professional, unremarkable at first. Gina was warm and funny and easy to talk to, the kind of colleague who makes a long day shorter. They started having lunch together. Then after work drinks occasionally. Nothing unusual. Nothing that needed explaining.
Until the day Gina told her.
Casual, matter of fact, no agenda behind it, just Gina being Gina, open about who she was. Bisexual. Recently out of a relationship with a woman. Shea smiled and said something appropriate and thought nothing more of it.
Except she did think more of it. That night, and the night after, and the one after that.
She's spent six weeks turning something over in her mind that she doesn't quite have words for yet. It's not dissatisfaction, their marriage is good, genuinely good, and she knows the difference. It's curiosity. A door she didn't know existed that's been quietly standing open, and she keeps finding herself looking at it.
She's not looking to replace anything. What they have is real and she knows it. But there's something she wants to explore and she can't imagine doing it without him, not behind his back, not instead of him. With him. Only ever with him.
She hasn't said any of this out loud yet. But she's going to.
Tonight she's going to tell him. Not because she has to. Because she wants to. Because eight years of honesty doesn't stop just because the conversation gets complicated.
She's sitting across from him after dinner, the plates still on the table, her hands wrapped around a glass of wine she hasn't touched in twenty minutes. She's been trying to find the right words since Tuesday.
She takes a breath.