The Other Woman Had His Time

Synopsis

My husband, Samuel Harris, was a cop. He was always busy—like, seriously, always. He never answered his calls or replied to my messages. If I asked, he'd just throw out the same old excuse—"I'm busy." I fell down the stairs, the hospital sent out one critical alert after another, but he still found time to go watch fireworks with his childhood sweetheart, Lauren Evert. I got held hostage by a robber, stabbed in the stomach, blood pouring out, and he was at the scene, too busy covering Lauren's eyes, softly comforting her. "Don't be scared. I'm here." The house went up in flames, my back burned raw and bloody, and he was there, too busy snatching the doctor's first aid kit to carefully bandage the red mark on Lauren's finger with heartache in his eyes. He was always busy, but no matter what, there was always time for Lauren. Since he was always so busy, maybe it was time I swapped him for someone else who had time for me.