Husband plays Santa Claus and gives gifts to secretary

"He said he had to work late on Christmas Eve. Yeah, right."

I knew my husband, Chris, was up to something. I’d seen the receipt in his coat pocket - a custom-designed diamond jewelry set, worth a cool fortune. I figured he was planning some big romantic gesture.

Instead, I got a picture of him dressed as Santa, handing out a gift to his assistant, Tiffany. She had it all over her social media, captioned: "You're the best Christmas present ever!" Chris even changed his profile pic to a shot of the two of them all cozy.

I tossed the photo a like, a little smile playing on my lips.

Later, Tiffany came strutting over to my place, waving a receipt from some fancy jeweler. She was all smug. But I just calmly pulled out Chris's doctor's report. It was clear as day: he was infertile.

"Oops..." Tiffany's face crumpled like a bad paper airplane.

1.

Chris rolled in around 2 AM. I was in bed, scrolling through that stupid photo of him and Tiffany. He's wearing a cheap-looking Santa suit, his abs were visible through the fabric. Tiffany was snuggled up against him, eyes closed like she was receiving holy communion. His work buddies were dropping comments about how good they looked together and what a stud Chris was. Tiffany's reply was, "Oh, you guys, he was just trying to cheer up this lonely girl on Christmas, no biggie!"

Chris stank of cheap booze as he wrapped his arms around me, getting handsy. I flicked on the lamp. There was a huge hickey on his neck. Seriously?

I held up my phone. “So, this ‘work’ thing you had?” I asked, my voice as cold as a December night.

He tensed up for a second, but his usual I-can-do-whatever-I-want attitude kicked in. “Don't get your panties in a twist. It was just me doing a little favor for a coworker," he said, like I was the one being unreasonable. "You know I can't stand women who are dumb and needy.” He even managed to give a little smirk when he said it.

Just a week earlier, I’d mentioned how Christmas was our anniversary, and I was looking forward to a nice celebration. He’d blown me off, saying, “Christmas? We’re not a bunch of mall Santas.”

I’ll admit it - I’d bought into his whole act. And that’s why I was such a fool to see that high-end jewelry receipt in his suit pocket. Now, that pricey gift was sparkling on Tiffany’s neck.

When I didn’t answer, Chris tried to get close, his lips moving towards mine. The smell of stale liquor was gag-inducing. The thought of what else his mouth had been on made me want to puke.

I pushed him away. "It's late. I’m exhausted. Let’s just sleep," I said, using a line he’d thrown at me plenty of times.

He was stunned. His face went all red, then he got all pissy. "Seriously, Sarah? You knew I hired Tiffany because you wanted me to help her out!”

He continued, "You said she was from a tough background, a hard worker. I wanted to fire her, but you were so set on helping her. What's your game now?"

He was really running his mouth tonight.

"I just want to sleep," I sai...