From Husband to Enemy

My wife, who had never touched a drop of alcohol before, raised a glass of strong white wine and drank with my assistant at our son’s Baby’s One-Month Celebration while I, her husband, sat coldly ignored. The excuse? I had a weak stomach and couldn’t drink, so naturally, my assistant took my place.

Just as they were toasting their ninety-ninth glass with the guests, I stood up and asked for a divorce. Publicly.

The entire room fell silent. Then she slapped me really hard.

“I went through three years of IVF just to give you this child,” she shouted, voice trembling.