He Fed My Baby's Medicine to His Mistress

The night before Valentine's Day, a group of friends organized a driving trip to the mountains around Aspen.

My husband, Lucas, suggested we draw lots for the passenger seat.

"Let Chloe pick first. She's a lot more delicate than Ava."

His personal assistant, Chloe Bennett, drew the passenger seat. No surprise there.

She said, perfectly at ease, "I'll ride up front with Lucas, then. Sorry Ava has to squeeze into the back."

Lucas gripped the wheel without turning his head.

"Nothing to be sorry about. Ava, we agreed on this beforehand—don't be a sore loser."