We’re both in love. We’re both lying.
Pulling my husband’s favorite lasagna from the oven, I see he’s glued to his phone again. He shifts his chair, hiding his screen from my view.
Without looking up, he asks about work and I quickly come up with a story about my day. Of course, I’m lying. I never went to work. And when I hear the ping of my email, fear and guilt make my face flush pink.
I know what you did. I’m going to tell.
I pour another glass of ice-cold white wine and I look at Nathan, so blissfully unaware of how close we are to our perfect life being torn apart.
And I know in that moment I will risk everything to keep the secret in our marriage…
Pulling my husband’s favorite lasagna from the oven, I see he’s glued to his phone again. He shifts his chair, hiding his screen from my view.
Without looking up, he asks about work and I quickly come up with a story about my day. Of course, I’m lying. I never went to work. And when I hear the ping of my email, fear and guilt make my face flush pink.
I know what you did. I’m going to tell.
I pour another glass of ice-cold white wine and I look at Nathan, so blissfully unaware of how close we are to our perfect life being torn apart.
And I know in that moment I will risk everything to keep the secret in our marriage…