The Passenger Seat Was for My Husband’s Ex

I sat in the passenger seat and the driver told me I wasn't cut out to be the lady of the house.

My husband couldn't get away from his meeting, so he sent the family driver to pick me up.

I had just opened the passenger door and sat down when Jackson, the driver, frowned.

"Ma'am, please sit in the back."

Thinking he meant well, I smiled and said, "It's fine. There's more space up front. I'm not picky."

To my surprise, he turned off the engine.

"Not everyone is qualified to sit in this seat."

I froze. "It's just a passenger seat. What's the big deal?"