My Wife Toasted Her First Love, So I Filed for Divorce

Summary

My wife, Monica, hated the smell of alcohol, so I had never once seen her drink.

Not even at the celebration for my succession as Don did she touch a single drop.

That changed at a Family banquet, when a party game broke out halfway through.

Monica lost. The penalty: sit on the lap of your one true love and share a lovers' toast.

Without a second of hesitation, she picked up her glass, settled onto Dillon's lap, and drank it down.

The room erupted in cheers, and every pair of eyes turned to me with the same expectation.

They were waiting for me to flip the table and storm out.