Xander

I scroll through image after image of Haley with some guy all over her.

“Hayley what is this?” I ask as I turn the phone to face her so she can see the pictures.

She looks at the phone and then at me.

“I can explain.”

No good sentence ever started that way, at least not in my world. I am seeing red at another guy touching my wife but more so, her letting him. Holding on by a thread I keep quiet. I want to hear this explanation.

Just then Charles walks in and greets us, “Sir, Mam…can I get you some refreshments?”

“No thanks, Charles. Hayley and...