The Surgeon's Cut Dissecting My Cheating Husband

I walked through the front door after finishing an exhausting night shift at the hospital.

My husband was in the kitchen, cooking pasta.

He worked as a software engineer at a tech firm, usually pulling crazier hours than I did. Yet today, of all days, he had actually taken time off.

"Rough shift, honey. Sit down, have some pasta, and get some rest," he said, turning around with a gentle smile.

I took the bowl, but as his arm brushed past, a scent caught my nose.

It wasn't mine.

It was a sickly sweet, flirtatious designer perfume.