9
Mother-in-law was so riled up by me a couple days ago that she had father-in-law take her to an art exhibition to unwind. She hasn't been back to our marital home to boss me around since.
I'm sitting at the vanity in the bedroom, touching up my makeup while waiting for Kane to pick me up. At the same time, I'm booking a hotel room online.
I've reserved a panoramic suite that costs five figures per night, deliberately sending the payment link to Henry Smith. I figure I'll give him a heads up.
Unexpectedly, a 'ding' notification sounds behind me.
Through the makeup mirror, I catch sight of Henry Smith standing in the doorway, having just received the payment request.
His brows are deeply furrowed.
This is completely unexpected. I had no idea he'd come home.
I can't help but breathe rapidly, my fingers swiftly tapping out a FaceTime message to Kane.
"Change of plans. My husband's home. Hotel plans on hold."
Henry Smith's face is dark with anger.