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

I promised.

Then I crutched through the hospital entrance and saw Harold’s car.

For one second, I thought something had happened.

Maybe he’d come looking for me.

Then I noticed he wasn’t parked at the hospital.

He was across the street outside an apartment building.

A woman hurried out.

Adele.

I’d met her at Harold’s company Christmas party.

Twenty-something, maybe thirty. Pretty. Long dark hair. The kind of person who somehow looked put together at eight in the morning.

Harold got out.

He walked around and opened the passenger door for her.

She smiled.

Then he got back behind the wheel.

They drove toward his office.

I stood there on my crutches and watched the taillights disappear.

Apparently detours weren’t the problem.

The passenger was.

For ten ugly minutes, I let myself imagine the obvious.