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

She wore clothes that whispered expensive rather than shouted it—a cream cashmere sweater, tailored wool trousers, shoes that probably cost more than my monthly car payment. Her hair fell in perfect waves that suggested a standing appointment at a salon where they didn’t post prices.

I watched Ethan say something that made her laugh, her hand reaching continue reading …