My Water Broke, His Mistress Laughed

Summary

After I got pregnant, my husband became obsessed with his young, delicate secretary.

On New Year’s Eve, he was in a private suite, “ringing in the new year” with his secretary, who was poured into a slinky red dress.

When I burst in, she tilted her head back, displaying a constellation of angry red love bites on her pale neck.

“Oh, Mrs. Brolin, don’t misunderstand! A new year is coming. I’m just helping Arthur cleanse all the bad luck for a fresh start.”

My husband, irritated at the interruption, just grumbled.