SHONDALAND reboots THE GOOD WIFE. Rachel Abbott’s marriage to her politician husband implodes when he sends her a text message meant for his mistress. With no job, a dwindling bank account, and an airtight prenup, she’s forced to accept his million-dollar offer to play the dutiful wife until after his election. But a passionate night with the son of his biggest campaign donor could cost her everything. Including her heart.
When your husband of ten years sends a closeup of his erect penis, you should not, under any circumstances, ask him why he sent it. Rachel Abbott didn’t know much about sexting etiquette, but she was fluent in middle-aged fragility. It was the theme of the birthday party currently rattling the walls of her home. A massive meat tray and a bowl of pimento cheese sat congealing on her Carrara marble kitchen island, while a dozen lawyers were in her living room getting wasted on Macallan scotch in red solo cups. Her house was filled with food she didn’t eat and people she barely knew, because Matt was turning forty and needed balloons and streamers to blunt the sharp edges of his mortality.
She shouldn’t have let Faith talk her into such a big phone. The model her twenty-one-year-old daughter claimed was great for watching movies made the penis that filled her screen inescapable. It kept her frozen in front of her kitchen island, holding an icing knife in one hand and a dick pic in the other, while the muffled beat of “Rump Shaker” played like a jeering soundtrack in the background.
She tried to remember the last time she’d actually seen Matt’s penis up close and in person but could only picture him drunk and pissing against their neighbor’s crab myrtle after last year’s Fourth of July celebration.