Husband's Affair, My Ruin

Synopsis

The aroma of garlic and herbs greeted me as I pushed open the door to our apartment. After a grueling day at the office, the smell of home cooking should have been comforting. Instead, I felt a pang of surprise—Damian rarely cooked on weeknights. "Honey, I'm home," I called out, slipping off my heels and placing my bag on the entryway table. Damian appeared in the kitchen doorway wearing the apron I'd given him last Christmas, a dish towel slung over his shoulder. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and there was a smudge of sauce on his cheek that made him look boyish despite his thirty-two years. "Happy anniversary, Sophia," he said, his smile wide as he approached to kiss me. "I made your favorite—shrimp scampi with that white wine reduction you love." I melted into his embrace, momentarily forgetting the stack of reports I'd left unfinished. "Our anniversary isn't until next week," I murmured against his chest. "I know, but I wanted to surprise you.