The Christmas Feast That Exposed His Affair
On Christmas night, my husband, Finnick Carson, can't spend the holidays with me because he's on a business trip. In order to make it up to me, he's specifically ordered a Christmas feast from a fancy restaurant and has it delivered to our home.
But when I open the box containing the feast, I'm shell-shocked by what I see.
Not only an array of seafood—that I'm allergic to—is arranged in containers, but there's also a kid's meal set included in the feast.
When the deliveryman sees the food, he apologizes to me and tells me that he's mixed up the two meals that Finnick has ordered.
This leaves me feeling uneasy. Why would my husband order two meals?
So, I decide to find my way to the delivery address that the other meal is meant for. Shockingly enough, I see Finnick standing in a villa's backyard while picking candies from a Christmas tree with a mother and a son.
The little boy then rushes into his arms happily.
"Daddy, I'd like an amusement park for my birthday gift this year!"
Finnick pinches his cheek gently. "Okay. I'll give your mommy a set of jewelry, too."
The woman cuddles with him happily.
"You're so nice to us, honey!"
Having recorded the entire scene quietly, I send it to my lawyer.
"Help me expedite my divorce so that my husband can reunite with his family as soon as possible."