Eight Packs of Lies

Chapter 1

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It was April Fools' Day when a delivery guy knocked on my door asking me to sign for a package.

I waved him off. "I didn't order any pads. My period just ended two days ago. Is this some kind of April Fools' joke, or did you get the wrong address?"

The guy kept his head down, checking his phone.

"No mistake. This address is correct. The recipient is listed as Mrs. Archer --- left by a Mr. Damien Archer."

A few minutes later, my husband's assistant came rushing over, drenched in sweat, bowing over and over.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am! These were meant for my girlfriend. I accidentally put down your address instead of hers. That's totally on me!"

Before he even finished talking, our front door swung open.

My husband, Damien, walked out and draped his arm around my shoulders. He turned to look at his assistant, his expression darkening.

"How do you handle anything? Didn't I tell you to have it delivered tonight? You can't even get something this simple right."

Then he pinched my cheek, his tone instantly softening.

"Don't listen to him, babe. These are actually for you. I was going to wrap them up as part of a little surprise, but he ruined it."

I smiled and waved everyone off.

Once they were gone, the smile dropped from my face.

I'd always bought pads in bulk --- always the overnight kind, because I needed the extra coverage.

But out of those nine packs of expensive, brand-name pads, eight of them were regular daytime ones.