Too Busy to Regret It

Synopsis

The bedroom was dim, with only a sliver of light sneaking through the curtains. My husband, Daniel Conner's breath mingled with another woman's hair, their bodies tangled close beneath the sheets. I came home early, quiet as a shadow. The next morning, when Daniel came downstairs and saw the living room packed with relatives and the divorce papers on the coffee table, his first words were, "When did you get back?" I pushed the pen toward him. "While you were sleeping soundly with her in your arms."