Neglected by My Surgeon Husband - A Marriage in Crisis, Second Chance Romance #994871

I found fourteen months of messages between my husband and the anesthesiologist he stands across an operating table from every week.
They weren't hidden. They weren't even deleted. They synced to the family iPad, and the iPad was on the kitchen counter, and I picked it up to check the weather.
That was forty-nine days ago. I have slept in the guest room every night since.
Everyone expects me to leave. My best friend expects it. His mother has already picked a side. But I pay half the mortgage on this house, and I built my business at that dining room table across ten years of evenings when Mark wasn't home, and I am not handing any of it over to make his life simpler.
He ended it the day I found out. He says that counts for something. Maybe it does. It doesn't touch the twelve years before it, the ones where he was a trauma surgeon first and my husband whenever there was time left over.
Now the hospital has given him three weeks to decide how many nights a week he belongs to them.
Three weeks for him to choose. Three weeks for me to decide whether I'm still his wife when he does.
Fourteen months of my marriage happened without me. I get to say what happens to the rest of it.
Steamy, open door. Full happily ever after. Standalone with no cliffhanger.
Second chance romance · marriage in crisis · forced proximity · living under one roof · grovel · slow burn · cheating husband · earned forgiveness