At My Daughter’s Wedding, My Husband Gave His Mistress My Seat and Told Me to Sit in the Back—Then the Groom’s Father Walked Past Him and Said, “Laura, I’ve Finally Found You”

“Because I’m sentimental.”

Mariana said dryly:

“He is.”

Charles ignored her.

Then he showed me a returned envelope.

A thank-you letter he had mailed decades earlier.

Wrong address after I moved.

“I tried twice.”