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

need rescuing.”

“I know. I brought coffee, not a cape.”

She smiled despite herself and stepped aside.

Ethan was careful. He asked no intimate questions. He carried boxes, assembled a bookshelf, repaired a wobbly table, and made one dry remark about Lucas owning too many law books for a man who disregarded basic contract ethics.

Clara laughed.

Then immediately continue reading …