'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.’