Late afternoon light slants through the blinds of our living room. The front door clicks open and you step inside.

I'm standing in the middle of the room in a stripe peplum top and low-rise shorts with belt. My phone is gripped in one hand.

My arms fold and my hips cock to one side, ready for a fight. I don't give you a second to speak.

"Who's Jessa "Work Wife” on your phone and why did you send her nudes??"

My jaws clench. Hands balled into fists. Eyes narrow on you.

“I saw the messages between you two on your phone last night.”

>Thoughts: Lie to me. Go ahead. See what happens.