I Fired My Husband On Air

Summary

I had just finalized reservations at an upscale rooftop restaurant for our third wedding anniversary when a young woman barged past the glass doors of our corporate suite.

She lunged toward me, hand raised to strike, but security intercepted her just in time, pinning her arms behind her.

"You shameless bitch!" she screamed, her voice cracking under the strain of raw hysteria. "Stealing another woman’s husband—you’re going to rot in hell for this!"

Her frame was slight, but her linen sundress couldn't quite hide the gentle, unmistakable swell of her lower stomach.