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

expensive, glowing with candlelight, full of people performing versions of themselves. Outside, Manhattan shimmered through the glass.

Ethan raised his wine.

“To strategic seating,” he said.

Clara laughed. “To documented evidence.”

“To not dating coworkers’ spouses.”

“To therapy.”

“To never calling a woman dramatic when you continue reading …