After My Husband Slept with My Best Friend

Synopsis

The client meeting got canceled at two in the afternoon. Some issue with the venue permit. My assistant sent the text while I was already in the cab, so I told the driver to take me home instead. I was glad. My lower back had been throbbing since morning. A dull, heavy ache that wrapped around my hips and pressed down into my pelvis. The last round of IVF was three weeks behind me, but my body hadn't gotten the memo. It never did. The hormones lingered like uninvited guests, bloating me, exhausting me, turning my joints into something rusted and unreliable. I was thirty-five.