He ignored every message I sent all day. Then he came home at night with a smirk and told me he had slept with his boss and would do it again.  

“You hear what I said?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

I turned off the faucet and looked at him for the first time since he confessed. “And tomorrow morning, you’ll understand what I heard.”

For the first time that night, his smile faltered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

But I had already walked past him.

The truth was, by the time Daniel came home smirking, I already knew more than he thought. At 4:17 that afternoon, his company’s HR director had accidentally called me while trying to reach him. After one awkward apology, I understood this wasn’t some romantic affair.

It was a misconduct investigation.

And Daniel hadn’t just slept with his boss.