A Husband's Fatal Choice

Today was our fifth wedding anniversary.

My husband, Mark, walked in with a woman who was young, Chinese, and very pregnant.

He introduced her as his assistant, Mei, as she surveyed our home with an air of ownership, her eyes pointedly avoiding mine.

Mei' s gaze finally landed on me, laced with cold condescension.

"Sarah, right?" she purred. "Hand-wash my lingerie. And later, when Mark and I are together, you can kneel and serve us."

My heart turned to ice as Mark just smiled, seeing nothing wrong.