One Month After I Gave Birth to Our Son, I Learned My Husband Had Secretly Bought a Lavish Mansion for His Personal Assistant and Her Six-Year-Old Daughter. I Didn’t Yell, Cry, or Sit Around Waiting for Him to Come Home.

“My driver has the town car waiting at the corner,” Russell told me, gesturing toward the sleek black car idling at the curb.

“Let me ride with you so we can talk on the way.”

“I drove my own SUV here, and I’ll drive myself to Minnetonka,” I said evenly.

“You just had a baby four weeks ago, and you should not be stressing yourself behind the wheel,” he argued.

“I am perfectly capable of driving a car, Russell, so stop treating me like an invalid you can move from one room to another,” I replied.

I walked away and climbed into the driver’s seat of my SUV, where Brenda was already waiting patiently with her phone in her lap.