I never thought that my wife would be the type to cheat on me, but I guess I was wrong. I came home early from work one day and found her in our kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron and cooking up a storm. But it wasn't just any old meal she was preparing - it was a feast of pasta, garlic bread and wine, all for her and her lover. I stood there in shock as I watched her cook and chat away happily, completely unaware of my presence. It was only when I cleared my throat that she finally noticed me. The look of guilt on her face was all the confirmation I needed. I asked her who he was, but she refused to tell me. It didn't matter though, because I already knew. He was the man who had been coming into our home for "business meetings" while I was at work. The man who my wife had been spending more and more time with, while I was left feeling like a third wheel in my own marriage. The man who she was now cooking pasta for, right in front of me. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, out of our home and out of her life. I never looked back.

I always feel so satisfied after eating pasta, and it's definitely one of my go-to foods when I'm in the mood for something naughty.