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

arrived with flowers, looked self-conscious, and immediately said, “Too much?”

Clara took them. “A little.”

“I can put them in my car.”

“Don’t you dare.”

They built things slowly.

Painfully slowly, according to Angela, who complained that watching two emotionally responsible adults date was like watching a glacier complete paperwork. Clara ignored her. continue reading …