I caught my husband texting with his coworker

seems completely unaware. He reaches for a chip and asks me what kind of salsa I used.

“Mango,” I say sweetly. “A little spicy, a little sweet. Just like me.”

My husband coughs. She laughs. Her laugh is loud. Too loud. Her eyes flick to him like magnets, then back to me when she realizes I’m watching.

I excuse myself to the kitchen to grab the drinks continue reading …