The Mistress Stole My Seat

Summary

Right before the holidays, my husband and I were supposed to drive back to our hometown together.

I reached for the passenger door, only to find my husband ushering me to the back seat to make room for his female coworker.

"Hailey gets carsick," he told me, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You're my wife, Tara. Be a team player and accommodate our guest."

He completely ignored the fact that I was pregnant, currently battling a brutal wave of morning sickness.

Halfway through the drive, they deliberately lit up cigarettes in the enclosed space, the suffocating smoke forcing me to…