I caught my husband texting with his coworker

the first time. “You’ve been texting him?”

Lisa’s mouth opens and closes, like a fish flopping on dry land.

“We were just talking,” she says, eyes darting between the three of us. “It wasn’t like that.”

“It never is,” I say, stabbing a cherry tomato. “Until it is.”

My husband finally speaks. “Can we not do this here?”

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