Humiliated As My Husband’s Mistress, Though I'm His Wife

My husband and I were driving home when a woman, dressed provocatively, suddenly appeared in front of our car, making us stop.

She slammed her fist against the window, demanding, "Get the fuck out, you bitch!"

I was still trying to process what was happening, confusion swirling in my mind, when I saw my husband, Tristan McAllister, get out of the car.

He walked over to the woman and wrapped his arms around her, attempting to calm her down.

"Shirley, please don't make a scene," he said, his voice full of apology. "I didn't ignore your calls on purpose.