The Audacity of His Betrayal

My daughter clung to my leg, crying because she wanted a ten-dollar toy.

My husband didn't even glance at her. "Don't spoil her," he said coldly. "It's a waste of money."

I swallowed my heartache and had just calmed her down when my phone buzzed with a notification—his "first love" had posted on Instagram.

In the photo, she was beaming, holding a brandnew designer bag.

I found myself opening Amazon on impulse. The price tag—ten thousand dollars—stabbed at my eyes.

Her caption read: "Thank you! I absolutely love this birthday gift!"