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

her, it was outside a bookstore in the spring rain.

Of course, rain.

Clara laughed against his mouth.

“What?” he asked.

“My life needs better weather symbolism.”

He kissed her again.

“Noted.”

Years later, people would ask Clara whether she regretted inviting Ethan to Lumière.

She always gave the same answer.

“No.”

Then, if they were close enough, she offered continue reading …