The Real Husband Was Only A Guest
Language: en
Starting the second year of our marriage, Kendall and I had an arrangement: we would spend the holidays with our respective families. This year, my dad was supposedly vacationing in South Beach. I kept it a secret from Kendall, flying two thousand miles on Christmas Eve, ready to give her the surprise of a lifetime. I had barely stepped out of the cab when a text from Kendall popped up: "Honey, dinner is so dull without you here. Missing my guy." Warmth flooded my chest. I took a deep breath of the freezing air and excitedly knocked on the door of the small house in Rosewood,…