The Underestimated Wife's Revenge

The heavy scent of grilled meat and expensive cologne filled the private room at Harris' Steakhouse.

My tech CEO husband, Mark, called it a "boys' night out," but I was there, a silent fixture at the dark wood table, habitually ignored.

His tech bro friends, Kevin and Josh, flanked him, their laughter growing too loud.

Then, in a momentary lull, I calmly stated, "I' m thinking about it too," referring to getting a divorce.

The entire table erupted, not in surprise, but in loud, condescending laughter, Mark' s the loudest of all.