My Husband Invited His “Boss” To Dinner. I Cooked Everything Perfectly. Then I Set One Extra Plate For The Woman He Was Hiding

I looked past Vanessa toward the driveway. There was no second car, no older executive, no Mr. Reynolds.

“Is Daniel’s boss parking somewhere else?” I asked.

Vanessa blinked once. Daniel appeared behind me and answered too quickly. “He couldn’t make it. Emergency meeting.”