you’re going around with some other woman and calling yourself something else. Now I come home and find you in bed with her!”
“I can explain Jennie,” Bruce said, climbing out of bed.
“Bruce, what the hell is going on?” Charlotte asked in confusion, wrapping the sheet around her chest. Bruce looked at her, heartbroken.
“This is Jennie,” he said quietly. He wouldn’t meet her eye. “She’s my wife.”
