My Husband’s Coworker Came First

I was seven months pregnant, but my husband Ethan kept making detours every day to drive his female coworker to work.

"Just take an Uber to the office yourself. Charlotte doesn't drive, and the subway is inconvenient for her. I need to give her a ride."

Watching him rush out the door yet again to pick her up, I blocked his way:

"Is a coworker really more important than the safety of me and our baby?"

Ethan's face showed irritation:

"She's the CEO's niece. I can't afford to offend her. It's not like I'm not giving you money for an Uber. Can't you just be understanding about my situation?"