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

felt guilty.

Ethan noticed.

“You’re allowed to laugh,” he said.

“So are you.”

He looked down. “Not there yet.”

She nodded.

“Me neither, most days.”

They sat on the floor of her new living room that evening, eating takeout from cartons because Clara’s dishes were still in boxes. The apartment was smaller than the one she had shared with Lucas, but the windows continue reading …