Flair ended her yoga class early to celebrate her third wedding anniversary with her husband, Johnathon.
She had planned a special evening, complete with a candlelit dinner and new lingerie. Despite her best friend’s hints about Johnathon’s lack of effort in their relationship, Flair defended him. She attributed his behavior to his busy work schedule and different ways of expressing love, even though she knew in her heart that her friend was right.
When she got home, Flair noticed that all the lights were off and Johnathon’s belongings were hastily placed by the door. To confirm he was home, she went upstairs, only to find her husband in bed with another woman. Heartbroken, Flair realized the depth of Johnathon’s betrayal, especially on their wedding anniversary.
Johnathon POV They were sitting right there, staring at me. My signature on it is as clear as day. I swallowed hard, glaring dumbly at my laptop. I had no appointments for the rest of the afternoon but had convinced myself that I could catch up on some much-needed paperwork. I wish I hadn’t gone…
Charlotte halted in her tracks and eyed me angrily “Johnathon, do you want to marry me or not?” she asked firmly. “Yes,” I shot out “but…” “But nothing” she interrupted crossly “stop being so considerate to your damn ex-wife and start thinking of me for once. How do you think it feels being the other…
I smiled at her, not threatened in the slightest. It pissed her off “I am not signing these until a lawyer has looked over them” I repeated as though she was moronic “I learned that trick from my ex-husband” I added meaningfully as his face flushed. Charlotte whirled around. “Johnathon, do something,” she said, her…
“Thank you,” I said as he nodded at me, before walking away. “Ooh” squealed Rachel “Is it his phone number?” she asked as I examined the card, my mouth going dry in surprise. I looked at her with a bit of a laugh “I guess” I admitted with a shrug “In a matter of speaking”…
I was hesitant. Roscoe was a rescue dog and there was no telling how he would react to a small child laying their hands on him. “Try putting your hand out for him to sniff first,” I said quietly “so that he knows you are a friend.” She obligingly held out the hand that wasn’t…