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

Nobody spoke for several seconds.

Then Harold asked quietly, “What do you want me to do?”

That question used to make me start assigning jobs.

This time, I didn’t.

“Tomorrow morning is yours.”

He looked up.

“What does that mean?”

“Breakfast?”