You’d think that after ten years of marriage, I’d know my husband, Brian, like the back of my hand. But last week, I learned that even a decade together can’t protect you from betrayal—or the satisfaction of seeing karma deliver a perfect punch!
It all started innocently enough. On a Thursday evening, Brian walked in humming a tune, with an unusual bounce in his step. “Big news!” he announced. “The company’s throwing a work party tomorrow night, a team bonding thing. Employees only.”
He kissed me on the forehead and dropped his briefcase on the floor.
“It’ll be boring, so don’t worry about coming. Just some small talk and numbers,” he added.
I raised an eyebrow.
Brian wasn’t exactly the party type. His idea of a good time was watching golf on TV, but I let it slide.
“Fine by me,” I said, my mind already on tomorrow’s to-dos.
