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

immediately. “Ethan—”

“No,” he said, lifting one hand. “Not yet.”

The hostess looked stricken. “Mr. Harris, your table is ready.”

Clara turned to her. “Actually, I believe all four of us are ready.”

The hostess blinked. “Ma’am?”

“We’ll take one table.”

Lucas’s eyes went wide. “Clara, don’t do this here.”

She laughed softly. “Here?continue reading …