Betrayal - A very short story

The yards around her suburban home were covered in snow. Malia's bedroom was warm. A place that was once a sanctuary of love, now whispered of betrayal. The walls held a gallery of captured smiles and tender embraces, tracing a romance that blossomed into marriage. Yet, as the moonlight danced through the window and over her bed, it illuminated a different scene, a testament to the frailty of vows.
 
Earlier, Malia had been seized by an ancient generosity, a yearning to offer herself completely to another. It was an intoxicating desire, one that demanded she spread all she was or might ever become across the altar of pleasure.
 
She had been here before, at this precipice of self-sacrifice, her history marked by earlier moments of surrender. The thrill of absolute giving and the rush of losing herself in another had once been her recurring transgression since age seventeen.  
 
Tonight, her moral compass was pulled off center again as her marriage became the latest offering to her insatiable hunger. In the moment of his coming, Malia’s eyes came to rest on her husband’s face looking down from a family photo. In the quiet afterglow with her lover still anchored inside, Malia looked again at her husband’s face and felt a chill in her chest.