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

Walked around.

Opened the passenger door for her.

Adele smiled.

Then they drove away.

I stood there on my crutches watching the taillights disappear.

For ten horrible seconds, my mind went exactly where anyone’s mind would go.

Then I forced myself to stop.

Adele had talked about her boyfriend at the Christmas party.

That didn’t prove anything.

Neither did Harold opening a door.

But one thing was indisputable.

My husband had time.

Apparently, detours weren’t the problem.

The passenger was.

That evening, I waited until Sasha and Nicki were upstairs.

“I saw you this morning.”

Harold was standing in front of the refrigerator.

“At the hospital?”