Love Fades at Dusk
On our seventh wedding anniversary, my husband's childhood sweetheart called, claiming a burst pipe at her home.
Without a second thought, he ditched our celebration to play handyman.
Moments later, Vivian Duffy's social media lit up with a smug post.
[No matter when or where, my Superman arrives at one call. How should I reward him?]
Accompanying the post was a photo of scattered condoms and torn clothing on the floor.
I forced a smile, picked up my phone, and dialed a number. "My pipe is broken. Care to fix it?"