My Husband's Other Woman

lped him decorate, filled with leather-bound books and the faint smell of old paper

" I said, closing

omputer. "I' m busy, Evie. I

ut Ch

fingers behind his head. "I knew this was coming. You' re being paranoid. I told

about the af

terical girl, Evie. She' ll say anything. Are you really going to

e, twisting it, maki

Julian. Things sh

I thought I knew. "Honey, you' re under so much stress. Your job... it takes a toll. You see the wor

ch my arm, but

etter think long and hard before you blow up our liv

echoing in my head. Think of Lily. H

buzzed. A message f

ud folder. My thumb tr

office. In a hotel room. In our bed. They

play, my hand shaking so hard

piratorial, the same voice he used t

could hear her giggle in the background. "It' s like she brings the morgue home with he

The sound was distant, unreal. All I could hear was his voice, severin

dn' t admitted it to m