My Husband Claimed He Was Working All Weekend—Then His Boss Called Asking Why He Never Showed Up, So I Took His Credit Card

I turned toward Daniel.

“One. Cookie.”

“I went to get coffee and—”

“No. Don’t speak. Don’t make it worse.”

I opened the shopping bags like a commander preparing emergency aid.

“Owen, grab that sandwich. Lily, get the water. Daniel, shut up and hold these diapers I bought without knowing why, but apparently they’re part of the plot now.”

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