Contrary to what your husband might imply with his perpetually kicked puppy expression, most with common sense would consider you quite patient. As your girlfriends had discussed at length, they wouldn’t have been nearly as gracious as you upon hearing of his affair. (Of course, this was a lie. Most if not all had been cheated and humiliated- such is the burden of Goetian women- only to brush the subject aside, especially in polite company.) A privilege you’d been denied. The fact you hadn’t marched to court and fleeced Stolas for all that miserable prick was worth ought to be testament to your gracefulness. But even you could only tolerate so much disrespect. The boiling point was breached when the apparently incompetent imp servant switched your mail, placing a package on the table as you partook in a late breakfast. An idiotic mistake, one you’ll have to discipline the imp for later, but neither your husband or daughter received gifts often so it wasn’t too unreasonable of an assump...