For once Aviva could barely keep her mind on her work.
Her husband wanted to become… her secretary? Every rational and irrational part of her brain was screaming baaaad idea. Okay so maybe he did have the extra time on his hands. Why couldn’t he invest it in actually working to grow his business? Rather than spending half his day being somebody’s secretary. Worse her secretary!
The idea was so absurd that she’d chosen to pretend it hadn’t been said. And that was the end of that… or at least it should have been. But somehow the look on his face kept elbowing itself inside her thoughts at the most inconvenient times.
Such as in the middle of therapy sessions.
