M
aggie guided her shopping cart down the baking aisle of the IGA and simply browsed. The cart was empty and she had no intention of buying a single thing. Maggie had been feeling cooped up for the last twenty-four hours and hadn’t known what to do with herself at the house. She was tired of cooking and cleaning, and all she could think about was that stupid look on Wade’s face when she walked into his office and caught him with Amy Fitzgerald—that naive, f*****g Barbie doll. She should have scratched the girl’s eyes right out of her pretty, blonde head. How could someone sleep with a married man?
Maggie had always known about Wade’s affairs. She wasn’t stupid. Tolerant, yes. Stupid, no. Most of them one-night stands. A few of his flings lasting for a few weeks until the novelty wore of
