My Husband’s Other Guest

Synopsis

The bathroom door had barely clicked shut when my husband Marsh's phone started buzzing like it was about to leap off the table. A text popped up on the screen, signed: Baby love. It was my sister—Elvira. It read: [Hey, babe. Got a little surprise for you tonight. Promise it'll top last time.] My fingers burned just picking up the phone. I scrolled, hand shaking. Thirty-three hotel bookings. Six months straight. Every week, without fail. Every decent hotel in the city—checked off one by one. And in every single reservation, the woman was my sister.