On Our 12th Anniversary, My Husband Said He Was Working Late Then I Saw Him Kiss Another Woman…

“My name is Daniel Mercer,” he said. “The woman with your husband is my wife.”

The room seemed to tilt.

“What?”

“She told me she was in Boston tonight,” he said. “I’ve been following this for six weeks. I hired a private investigator after I found hotel receipts on our joint card.” His eyes cut toward my husband. “Your husband’s name is Andrew Bennett, right?”

I stared at him. “How do you know that?”