After I Broke My Leg, My Husband Refused to Drive Our Kids to School Because He ‘Couldn’t Be Late for Work’ – Then I Caught Him Picking up His Young, Pretty Coworker, so I Taught Him a Lesson

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?”

I looked at my cast.

Then at the two lunchboxes I’d packed before seven.

“Harold, I didn’t write it. Your daughters did.”

He exhaled.

“You put it in my car.”

“Yes.”

“You knew she’d see it.”

“I knew it was there. I didn’t realize your coworker provided complimentary document review with every ride.”

“Scarlett.”

“If the passenger seat was unavailable, I suppose that became a problem.”

He went quiet.

Then he said, “I have to go.”

“Don’t be late.”

He hung up.

I expected him to come home angry.

Instead, Adele called me that afternoon.

“I hope this isn’t inappropriate.”

I was on the couch with my leg elevated and a basket of laundry beside me that I’d given up pretending I could carry.