My Husband's Coworker Came First

Synopsis

I was seven months pregnant, but my husband Ethan kept making detours every day to drive his female coworker to work. "Just take an Uber to the office yourself. Charlotte doesn't drive, and the subway is inconvenient for her. I need to give her a ride." Watching him rush out the door yet again to pick her up, I blocked his way: "Is a coworker really more important than the safety of me and our baby?" Ethan's face showed irritation: "She's the CEO's niece. I can't afford to offend her. It's not like I'm not giving you money for an Uber. Can't you just be understanding about my situation?" My morning sickness, my swelling, my sleepless nights—who cared about my difficulties? In a fit of anger, with my belly protruding, I went straight to his company lobby and made an announcement over the PA system: "Miss Charlotte, hello. I'm Ethan's wife." "He's been picking you up and dropping you off every day, making my commute in the third trimester extremely difficult. Could you please be considerate and get to work on your own?"