When my husband brought his boss home without warning, I never expected to become the butt of their jokes. But I wasn’t going to take that quietly, and the ultimatum I gave him next changed our marriage forever.
I stood in my kitchen, hair piled in a messy bun, wearing my oldest leggings and a t-shirt with mysterious stains that had survived multiple washes. Perfect for a day of deep cleaning and meal prep, terrible for unexpected company.
Containers filled with prepared meals | Source: Pexels
The house smelled of chili and cornbread. Late afternoon light streamed through the windows, catching dust motes that swirled through the air despite my hours of cleaning. Pots bubbled on the stove while containers waited on the counter for the week’s meals.
From our kitchen table, my eight-year-old son was gnawing his pencil while my six-year-old daughter sprinkled glitter on her art project with dangerous enthusiasm. It was a typical Tuesday late afternoon in our household.
A boy completing his math homework | Source: Pexels
“Milo, honey, fractions need focus,” I said, wiping my hands on my already-stained apron. “Clara, please try to keep the glitter on the paper, not all over the table.”
“Mom, is seven eighths bigger than three quarters?” Milo asked, his forehead wrinkled in concentration.
I was about to answer when the front door flew open. The sound jolted through our peaceful atmosphere.
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I turned and watched my husband, Adrian, stride in with a big, unnatural smile that immediately put me on alert.
He wasn’t alone. Two strangers followed him.
One was a stiff, suited man with broad shoulders, and the other was a woman who radiated polished elegance in a cream and gold dress. My stomach dropped as recognition dawned. Preston, Adrian’s boss, and his wife, Vera.
I froze, wooden spoon dripping chili onto the floor. My faded leggings and oversized tee suddenly felt like rags compared to Vera’s designer dress and perfect makeup.
