The "Babe" That Exposed My Husband's Betrayal

Synopsis

At our seventh anniversary dinner, my husband said just one thing. "Babe, pass the lemon juice." My best friend instantly rose and passed it to him. I stared, stunned. Chloe quickly explained. "Habit,"she said. "We're always passing things at family dinners. Do you need some lemon, Valerie?" "No, thank you." I kept my smile perfectly in place. My fork clattered to the floor. Bending to pick it up, I saw it: my husband's leg and Chloe's, tangled under the table, snapping apart. After the party, I told Mark calmly. "Let's get a divorce." Mark was shocked. "What the fuck?! Because she passed me the lemon juice?!" Mark turned on me, furious. "Your leg was tangled with hers under the table," I stated, my voice cold. Mark scoffed. "You're imagining things. I stretched. My leg