He leaned back with an irritated sigh.
“I never said I’d stop being his father during the other four days.”
“Then don’t propose a plan that makes parenting sound like something you clock into three days a week.”
His expression darkened.
“And what happens to our relationship?”
I met his eyes.
“That’s the part of your arrangement you never bothered to consider.”
“I’m not abandoning our marriage, Maggie.”
“You packed a bag on Friday, went to another woman’s house, and returned Monday with a timetable.”
“This is still my home.”
“You’ve chosen to spend four nights every week somewhere else. That changes our relationship, regardless of what you want to call it.”
I slid another page toward him.
“If you’re continuing your relationship with Elena, then as far as I’m concerned, we’re separated. You don’t automatically return to our bedroom. You don’t expect me to cook for you, wash your clothes, offer affection, or act like your wife whenever Monday comes around.”
