Standing Ovation, Broken Vows

I was promoted to principal dancer at the New York City Ballet.

While I stood on stage basking in flowers and thunderous applause,

my husband was in a hotel room passionately having sex with his personal assistant.

A few months later, his assistant got pregnant.

He brought her home and moved her straight into our guest room.

Taking my hand, my husband said:

"You always said you wanted to keep your dancer's figure and didn't want kids, so I solved that problem for you.

Marie is carrying our baby. Once she gives birth, she'll leave, and the three of us will go on living happily together."