My Wife's Secret Family
Before tossing my wife's jacket in the wash, I checked the pockets and found a bill for maintenance fees. The address was for the apartment directly above ours.
My wife, Teresa Payne, was listed as the owner.
I stood there gripping the bill, my fingers going cold.
For the past six months, she always seemed to be working late, often not coming home until well after dark. More than once, I noticed her car in the garage long after she left for work.
Whenever I asked, she would say, "Gas is so expensive now. It's easier to just take the subway. Besides, it saves us a little money."
I actually appreciated her watching our spending.
Now, it all made sense. On those nights she claimed to be