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

shoppers, the air filled with perfume samples and soft music and the low murmur of consumer satisfaction.

I was testing hand cream at a fragrance counter, killing time, when I saw him.

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The flight back to Chicago felt different from the flight there. Going to Denver, I’d been propelled by adrenaline and anger and the terrible need to confirm what I already continue reading …