The Mistress I Paid For
After my husband, Joseph Adams, hired thugs to smash my taco stand again, I pushed the destroyed remains to his company’s anniversary banquet.
Joseph had his arm around his little secretary, Monica Martin, when he announced that she would soon be joining the company’s management team.
I pressed the horn and called out, “Tacos for sale to support my husband’s mistress—three thirty a piece!”
Amid the stunned and bewildered stares of the crowd, Joseph’s brows twisted into a deep frown.