My husband stepped out of the massage parlor, with a young woman clinging to his arm.

They looked perfect together.

My heart clenched with a sharp, stabbing pain, my eyes widening in shock.

And then, the scene I least wanted to face unfolded before me.

The two of them walked toward the school gate, and the woman waved slightly inside, calling out a name.

Suppressing the raging fire of anger inside me, I opened the car door and ...