Whiskey in My Shirley Temple
At the company's Christmas Eve party, someone spiked my Shirley Temple with whiskey.
The problem was, I had just taken metronidazole.
The doctors fought tooth and nail to pull me back from the brink of death.
However, my husband, Cole, chose to protect the culprit—the intern he was having an affair with.
"Let's just let this go. Claire, can't you be the bigger person and forgive her? She didn't do it on purpose."
I had no intention of letting it go.
But Cole cut me off with a frown. "That's enough! She just graduated. Do you have to blow this out of proportion? Will you only be satisfied once you've ruined her life?"
Watching my husband shield her, my heart shattered, piece by piece.
"Then you two deserve each other."