Seven Years Married To Find Another Man In My Place

Summary

My workaholic wife had finally agreed to spend the holidays with my family.

The sheer elation of it had me booking the first flight that night. Seven years of "emergency meetings" and "non-negotiable deadlines" had given way to a sliver of hope, and I clung to it like a life raft.

But by midnight at the airport gate, she was still a no-show. Minutes before boarding closed, the familiar text arrived.

“Apologies, babe. Emergency exec meeting called last minute with the partners. Non-negotiable. Next year, I promise, we’ll spend the holidays with your folks.”