I Saw My Husband With Another Woman in Denver. I Smiled and Complimented His “Friend.”

than I’d intended. I looked at the woman, then at Ethan, then back to the woman. “Your friend is lovely, Ethan. She seems a bit older than you, doesn’t she?”

The shopping bag slipped from Ethan’s fingers and hit the polished floor with a quiet thud that sounded impossibly loud in the suddenly dense silence between us. The bag tipped over, and I caught continue reading …