The Nurse Assigned to My Husband's Mistress Was Me

Synopsis

The woman in room fifteen was seven weeks pregnant with my husband's baby. I was her nurse. She had no idea who I was. I took her blood pressure. I hung her fluids. I brought her a warm blanket, because that is the last thing I do in every room. Then she looked up at me and asked if I had any children. Nine years married. Six of them trying. Eleven hours earlier, my husband had stood at a microphone and thanked her for everything I did. I clapped.