When I Leave, Love Disappears

When my husband came back from his business trip, he wanted to be intimate with me, but I refused. While he was away, I had a miscarriage. The doctor said I shouldn’t be having sex anytime soon. But Raymond didn’t notice the paleness in my face or the boxes of medication crowding the nightstand.

Annoyed, he muttered something about me being a killjoy, then grabbed his phone and dialed his childhood sweetheart.

“Where are you? I’m in a bad mood. Need distraction.”