My Wife s Black MasterChapter 2
It was 6:30 in the morning when I got back to the house. I walked in quietly, as I usually do, because waking Jane up has a price. Well, it used to have a price. This time she was waiting for me. Sitting in a chair in the living room with her sundress on, her face still a little flushed. "Hi honey," I said trying to act surprised and innocent, like I hadn't seen anything just a few hours earlier. "Ah Jay," she said. I could tell she was struggling. I know she had been instructed not to...