He Read His Mistress’s Love Letter at My Dinner Table. Then I Asked Him to Read the Bank Transfers.

to be.”

“Then I hope they give the child a peaceful life.”

Margaret stared at me.

“You don’t hate her?”

“I hate what they did.”

“I will not hate a newborn for arriving in the middle of it.”

Margaret lowered her head.

“You would have been a wonderful mother.”

The words reached an old wound.

For once, they did not reopen it.

“I know,” I said.

After she left, I continue reading …