My Husband Invited His “Boss” To Dinner. I Cooked Everything Perfectly. Then I Set One Extra Plate For The Woman He Was Hiding
The Packed Suitcase
I stood and walked to the staircase. Beside the bottom step was Daniel’s overnight suitcase, already packed.
I had filled it that afternoon while the chicken roasted.
Shirts, socks, shaving kit, laptop charger, and the framed photo from his office desk. I believed in being prepared.