Chapter 9The man slipped quietly in the front door and tread softly towards his study. His hope was to lock himself in his private world before Rose knew he was home. He was halfway down the hall before noticing the light shining across the floor in front of the study door.
He stopped in his tracks. Something wasn't right. The light could only mean one thing. His study door was open. He flew down the hall in an instant.
His wife sat at his desk with the blue folder wide open. She was so engrossed with the contents that she didn't see him standing in the door frame. Anger built so quickly that it spread through his body igniting a rage that shook him to his core. “b***h,” he yelled.
Rose looked up defiant. She held up a picture from the folder. “Who the hell is this woman? What's this al
