Public Betrayal: My Husband's COO

At our company's launch party, while I was pregnant with our child, my husband's COO, Dorian, slid her hand into his.

She leaned in and purred that she was already "taking care of" his unique needs, a public declaration of their affair.

My husband, Bryon, just laughed nervously, his classic tell when he was caught.

The next morning, after I'd made the gut-wrenching decision to terminate our pregnancy, I saw them again.

I stumbled and fell to the pavement. Bryon rushed to my side, but when Dorian faked a dizzy spell, he abandoned me on the ground without a second thought to cradle her in his arms.

Lying there, forgotten on the dirty sidewalk, I finally understood. He didn't just cheat; he had no care for me or the child I had just lost. All my love and sacrifice meant nothing.

As he walked away with her, I pulled out my phone.

"Dad," I said, my voice ice-cold, "Pull every penny from AuraTech. And get me the best lawyers. I need divorce papers and a termination of pregnancy consent form. Tonight."