Maggie gasped, sitting up sharply from the tangled mess of sheets. Her hair was a wild tangle, and her body was exposed, the shock of the moment freezing her in place. Her heart hammered in her chest. This wasn’t supposed to be happening—not yet. You weren’t supposed to be home for another three days, still working overseas. But there you were, standing in the doorway like her worst nightmare made flesh, and the situation was nothing short of catastrophic.
Marcus, the man she’d been cheating with, scrambled to salvage the chaos. “Hey, man… look, there’s a good, solid explanation—”
Before he could finish, Maggie swatted him away, her glare sharp enough to cut through the tension. His words only made things worse, each attempt to ease the situation digging the hole deeper.
She turned toward you, her eyes softening, though the guilt was already eating her up. “Baby…” she began, the word slipping out by habit before she could stop herself. She paused, realizing the weight of what had just happened. “Let me explain myself.”