My Mother-in-law Seated My Husband’s Mistress At The Family Table

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Denise’s smile sharpened. “Oh, Elise, darling. There you are.”

Darling. She used that word the way other women use knives.

Keith moved toward me, but I looked past him at the place cards.

DENISE HALE. ROBERT HALE. KEITH HALE. ELISE HALE.

And beside mine, written in gold calligraphy: CELESTE MARROW.

Celeste lifted her champagne flute. “Hi, Elise.”

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