I caught my husband texting with his coworker

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“Oh,” I say, sliding into my seat, “she works with my husband.”

Mark smiles. “Right, right. That’s how you met too?”

I sip my wine, then say calmly, “Not exactly. I met her last week. On his phone.”

The table goes silent. The only sound is the faint squeal of the kids in the other room and the buzz of the overhead light.

Mark’s brow creases. “I’m sorry,continue reading …