She Was My Daughter First

Summary

It was the last day of my thirty-fifth year when I discovered my professor husband was cheating.

He came home late, as usual, after his weekly lab meeting, but in the dead of night, he was writhing in agony, clutching his stomach. His tailored dress shirt smelled unmistakably of heavily spiced Creole food.

Alistair Stone, my husband, had a notoriously delicate digestive system. He hadn't touched anything that rich or spicy in the two decades I’d known him.

I called his research assistant. That’s when I found out a new female student, Sera, had joined the group that day.