My Wife's Other Family
On our seventh anniversary, an event planner called, already hyping up my wife, Talia.
"Ms. Sweeney, we're putting a family photo of you four in the main hall. And some shots of your little princess. That okay? Also, can you confirm your son carrying his sister onstage?"
I froze.
There were only two people in our house—Talia and me.
A family of four? Two kids?
I called Talia, the hotel's general manager. She brushed it off. "Probably a client. Wrong number on a contract. I hand out cards all day."
I stared at the balloons and flowers I'd set up in the private room—then swiped them all to the floor.
Gone.
I turned and called my sister, the Director of the Business Compliance Bureau.
"Naomi, Talia's cheating. She's got two kids. Get me the best divorce lawyer. I want her out—and out of my hotel."