I found my husband’s secret dinner reservation—so I invited his mistress’s husband to sit at the next table and watch the truth unfold

I’d like to invite you to dinner to discuss a possible university lecture on sustainable urban design. Friday, 7:30 p.m., Lumière.

He accepted two hours later.

Then I called the restaurant.

“I’d like a table for two near Lucas Harris’s reservation, please,” I said. “We may be discussing a collaboration, so nearby would be helpful.”

The hostess did not continue reading …