I was still wearing the lingerie when the front door finally opened.

The black lace set I’d bought three weeks ago sat against my skin like a joke. The matching garter belt dug into my hips. I’d left the candles burning until the wax pooled on the dining table. The steak had gone cold hours ago. The bottle of wine I’d opened at seven was almost empty by the time the clock passed midnight.

I didn’t bother turning on the lights when Marcus walked in.

He stopped in the doorway, keys still in his hand, and stared at me sitting at the table in the dark. His tie was loose....