I apologized to my husband for getting home so late last night. He saved some leftovers for me, which was sweet, but I was still pretty full from the dinner with my boss celebrating my promotion.
"Don’t worry, honey, this is what everyone at the clubs dresses like. Plus, when I wear my wedding ring, men don’t even hit on me, I swear. See you later. Don’t wait up."
I felt bad cheating on my husband. It’s just that he’s been working so much lately. And David is always there, in his garage, lifting weights with his friends.