Calvin stood in the doorway. His hazel eyes flickered briefly over the familiar surroundings before settling on her, who was in the kitchen, absently stirring a pot of soup. Her eyes met his for a fleeting moment before she looked away, the tension between them palpable.

"You're back," she said quietly, not turning around.

He is back after months—after making love with me and leaving me without a word for his job. And now, he is standing right there. My husband, Calvin Rutherford.