Our Marriage Cost One Dime

Summary

I was barely off the operating table when my husband’s text came through.

You owed ten cents less on your share of the electric bill this month. Venmo me.

I sat alone on the cold vinyl chair of the hospital recovery room. The local anesthesia was wearing off, leaving a tight, pulling ache in my lower abdomen.

A second later, a notification popped up on Instagram.

It was a new post from his intern, Mia.

In the photo, she was holding a massive, ostentatious bouquet of imported white roses, a designer gift bag resting in her lap. Her smile was radiant, triumphant.