The Christmas Betrayal
My husband, Mark, drugged our baby’s
formula with sleeping pills so he could go on
a Christmas Day date with his assistant.
I rushed our feverish daughter, Lily, to the
emergency room, only to see Mark waltzing
in, holding his little assistant, Tiffany.
“Tiffany twisted her ankle, I’m just here to
make sure she’s okay!” he said, completely
ignoring the fact that our kid was in surgery.
I gripped the million–dollar lottery ticket in my
purse. It was time to end this seven–year
marriage.
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After finishing up a few work things, I called
Mark. “Hey, babe, don’t forget about
Christmas dinner! I have some good news.”
Mark sounded frantic on the other end.
“Sarah, there’s a problem at the office, gotta
go!”
“Lily’s already asleep after her bottle, don’t
worry!”
His quick two sentences put my heart in my
throat. Lily was only a year old, I couldn’t
stand the thought of her being alone. But
when I tried to call him back, his phone was
off.
Christmas traffic was insane, and I was stuck,
just praying that Lily would be alright. I got
home to an eerily quiet house. I rushed to the
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crib and saw Lily, peacefully sleeping. I gently
touched her forehead and it felt like a
furnace. She had a raging fever.
I threw her in the car, speeding to the ER, and
called Mark again.
“Mark, Lily’s got a high fever!” I told him, my
voice shaky. “You need to come to the City
Hospital, now!”
He sounded a little panicked. “A fever? How
can that be?”
“It’s your fault! I’ve told you like a million.
times we needed a nanny! Why can’t you ever
listen?!”
“I’m in a meeting, Sarah. I’ll call you later,
gotta go.”
