'Out of the Bag' by Sonya Oldwin

He sneaks in past midnight again. Work, he claims. But I’m not stupid.
I turn on the light. I pick a long, blonde hair off his sleeve. Proof.
‘I can explain.’
‘Spoken like a true cheat.’
‘There is nobody else. Look.’
He opens his bag, takes out a gorgeous sequinned dress and a blonde wig.
‘I am the other woman.’


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