My Husband Demanded I Apologize to His Daughter, So I Walked Out of My Own House

Daniel lowered his wine glass slowly.

He set it down in the exact center of his cork coaster.

“We share that desktop computer for the utility bills,” I said.

“Of course,” he said.

“I ran a system restore yesterday to fix a glitch in the printer software,” I said.

Daniel stopped smiling.

“I found a file saved in the temporary downloads folder,” I said.

“It was titled Worksheet Draft 4.”