Mommy, Who's That Man?

Synopsis

My husband insisted on taking a young, pretty doctoral student abroad for a research project. No return date in sight. Before leaving, he said it like he was stating a fact,"This is for the sake of science. Don't overthink it. Just wait for me at home." I watched them walk away, shoulder to shoulder, but I didn't cry or cause a scene. For five years, I heard nothing from him. Not a single phone call. Until today. He came back in glory, with his team and his accolades, stood at my door like he owned the place, and rang the bell. The door opened. I was standing there, holding our four-year-old daughter's hand. She pointed at him innocently. "Mommy, who's that sir at the door?" I looked at his face—pale and frozen. A smile escaped my lips.