The Rockstar Husband She Discarded

Summary

Savannah, who was eight years my senior, didn't come home that night. That was already unusual.

Then my friend’s message popped up—a photo of a mature man and my wife.

The hand draped across her waist was a white-hot brand on my retina.

I sat with my guitar cradled in my lap all night.

It wasn't until dawn that Savannah finally stumbled through the door, smelling of stale liquor, yet carrying herself with unnerving composure.

“Business dinner, I forgot to tell you. Why are you still up?”

I pulled up the photo and laid the phone on the coffee table between us.