My Husband's Christmas Affair

My husband spiked our child's formula with sleeping pills to sneak away for a Christmas date with his assistant.

As I frantically rushed my feverish child to the hospital, I unexpectedly spotted my husband carrying his assistant upstairs.

"Peyton twisted her ankle, so I'm here to help her get it checked!"

Even though our child was in the operating room fighting for her life, he did not so much as glance in her direction.

I tightened my grip on the ten-million-dollar winning lottery ticket in my pocket. It was time to end this seven-year marriage.