I Ran Into My Husband's Girlfriend on the High-Speed Train, So I Chose Divorce

My six-year-old son was reading a book on the high-speed train.

The girl in the next seat looked at him as if he'd just crawled out of a sewer, then irritably called over a train attendant.

“I won't sit next to a brat, and I hate men. Move me to another seat.”

The attendant apologized. “I'm afraid there are no empty seats left on this train.”

But the girl angrily pointed at her and cursed:

“My boyfriend is the train conductor! If you don't move me, I'll have him fire you!”

I stared at her in disbelief. Since when was my husband her boyfriend?