Peeling Shrimps for the Intern

Synopsis

While I was approving a purchase order, I noticed a line that caught my eye. [Premium white shrimp, 5 pounds, delivered every Friday.] The delivery address wasn't the company's, and it wasn't our home. I stared at the unfamiliar apartment complex name for ten seconds. Unit 1702, Building 3, Lakeview Gardens. The notes section read: [Mr. Coleman's private order.] I'd been married to Richard Coleman for eight years, and I'd never heard of this address. But I knew there was only one "Mr. Coleman." That was my husband.