The Other Wife Pinned On His Second Phone
Language: en
“Mom, why does Dad have two phones?” My son, Max, asked me in a small voice, clutching a piece of candy. “What two phones, sweetie?” “Just… the one in his briefcase. It’s not the one he usually uses. Last time he answered it, he called that person his wife.” Max blinked his large eyes at me. “But, Mom, you’re his wife.” My hand froze mid-air. The smile was still plastered on my face, but the blood had already turned to ice. “Honey, why don’t you go watch cartoons for a bit?” I stroked his hair, keeping my voice steady. Only one thought burned in my mind: I need to see for myself what’s…