Her husband occupied the other half of the couch.
She watched him closely, noted his shallow breathing, his gentle snoring.
He slept soundly. Not a care in the world.
She placed his phone back onto the coffee table. She had had her suspicions, now she had the truth. Texts… late-night calls… even a few photos.
She grabbed the remote. Off went the television. Let him have a last bit of peace and quiet. She even gave him a peck on the forehead before exiting the living room.
Enjoy the couch, she thought. Because he’ll never sleep next to her again.
The Weekday One Hundred 