I Funded His Success, He Had a Student Mistress

I spent fifteen years working myself to the bone, handing every dollar I earned to my husband, Derek, to fund his PhD and launch his career as a professor.

Then one day, I walked into his office and found his student, Sienna, halfdressed and sitting in his lap.

He just looked away and said nothing when she called me "the housekeeper."

I walked out without a word. Then I enrolled in community college.

One month later, at his tenure review hearing, I stood at the podium as a firstyear student giving a speech while the screen behind me scrolled through fifteen years of bank transfers and…