My wife’s male coworker unlocked the front door of my house using his fingerprint
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Sylvia Hart was stunned. She looked at me as if she didn’t know me. “What did you say?” I repeated myself. “I said, since I’m not the man of the house here, then of course I should leave.” The male coworker beside her, Ryan Walsh, immediately tugged at her arm. “Sylvia, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have registered my fingerprint. I’ll delete it right now. William, don’t be mad. I really just thought it would be more convenient.” His voice was gentle, his eyes filled with apology, but that apology never reached the bottom of his eyes. Sylvia immediately defended him. “It has nothing to do…