No, I had to let it out right then and there.
I wasn’t wrong. I was the victim.
If Aiden and Skyla weren’t acting with dignity, why the hell should I care about keeping up appearances?
This wasn’t about punishing them. It was about saving myself.
I refused to let this mess stain my life; my future would be beautiful and peaceful.
No matter what, just the knowledge that their days weren’t going smoothly either stopped my hands from shaking in rage. It soothed me, making it easier to breathe, and I could finally sleep at night.
When I went to pick up Chloe, some of the other moms had already heard about what happened. They gathered around me, offering their sympathy.
“I never thought something like this would happen in your family, too. I guess all men are the same!”
“Mrs. Spencer, I can’t believe you actually reported your husband to his higher–ups! I have to say, I admire you. But aren’t you afraid he’ll hold a grudge?”
I replied, “So what if he does? The worst case is we get a divorce.”
“A divorce?”
Their faces were filled with shock.
“Mrs. Spencer, isn’t that a little extreme?”
“You can’t just act on impulse! If you divorce him, wouldn’t you just be handing him over to the other woman? Why should she get to enjoy the good life when you’re the one who struggled with him all these years?”
