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

Harold saw his blue car and groaned.

“Please tell me that’s not being displayed.”

Sasha grabbed a marker.

“I have to fix it.”

Under DAD, she added:

Takes us to school.

Nicki leaned over her shoulder, took the marker and added one more word.

NOW.

“Sasha!”

“What?” Nicki said. “It’s true.”

Harold looked at the poster.

Then at his daughters.

He held out his hand.

For a second, I thought he was going to change it.

Instead he handed the marker back.

Sasha folded the poster.

Harold picked up both backpacks.

“Come on. We’re going to be late.”