At exactly 11:47 on Christmas Eve, my husband accidentally sent me a photograph of himself in a hotel bed with his mistress while I was home alone caring for our two feverish babies.

“Are you enjoying this?”

I stopped.

“Enjoying what?”

“Watching everything collapse.”

For an instant, I recognized the entitlement of the man in the hotel photograph.

Someone who believed consequences became unfair only when he experienced them.

“I’m not doing anything to your company.”

“You know what people are saying.”

“I don’t control people.”

“Your family does.”

“No.”

I approached.

“My family controls themselves.”

He laughed bitterly.

“Convenient.”

“What exactly have they done?”

He opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

“Did my father call your board?”

“No.”

“Did my grandmother contact