"I want you... to not leave that hotel bed for three straight days."
It was a side of him I had never seen. Nothing like the mechanical, going-through-the-motions man who lay beside me in our bed.
"Oh, stop! You're so bad! Our son can hear you!"
Eve scolded him, but every inch of her body language was an invitation.
My stomach turned. Not from anger. From something deeper, a disappointment so heavy it seeped into my bloodstream.
After a few more exchanges, Eve blew a string of exaggerated kisses at the screen and hung up.
My phone buzzed twice.
Dominic had replied.
"Babe, quit joking around. How can a marriage certificate be fake?"
"What's wrong, bad mood? I'll make it up to you when I get back from my trip. Look what I got you."
I looked at the photo he sent.
I laughed.
His mistress shed a few crocodile tears and earned a legendary piece of jewelry worth eight figures at auction.
And me? I got a sponge with a "buy one, get one free" sticker from the grocery store.
"You work so hard around the house. This one doesn't need soap, and it lasts forever. It'll keep your hands from getting rough when you do the dishes."
Before, I would have called him thoughtful. Considerate.