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 to behave.

Then I crutched my way outside.

That was when I saw Harold’s car.

At first, my heart jumped.

Had he come to surprise me?

Maybe he’d remembered the appointment.

Then I realized his car wasn’t outside the hospital.

It was parked across the street.

In front of an apartment building.

I stopped.

A woman came hurrying through the entrance.

Long dark hair.

Black coat.

Perfectly put together.

I recognized her immediately.

Adele.

She worked with Harold.

I’d met her at his company Christmas party.

She was younger than us—late twenties, maybe thirty—and strikingly pretty.

Harold got out of the car.