Surviving My Husband's Affair

Synopsis

The night I got off work early, I came home carrying late-night takeout. The moment I pushed the door open, I saw it— A pair of women's stilettos kicked off haphazardly in the entryway. Daniel Walker's suit jacket slung over the couch. Through the crack in the bedroom door leaked Daniel's heavy panting, tangled with a woman's sweet moans. I was way too familiar with this scene. But this time, I didn't slam the door and storm out like I usually would. Instead, I sat down at the dining table in dead silence, eating my cold shrimp dumplings. One by one.