The Ruined Pot Roast

Just because my husband, Dominic Sterling, said he wanted my signature Honey-Glazed Pot Roast, I braved a torrential downpour while shivering with a high fever to bring it to him.

When I arrived at his office, soaked to the bone, he didn't even try to hide his flirting with his assistant, Lexi.

The moment he saw me, Dominic's face darkened with annoyance.

"Why didn't you just wait until I was dead to bring it? Luckily, Lexi already ordered me takeout," he snapped.

I opened my mouth to explai