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

The Final Course

I picked up the bakery box Mr. Reynolds had brought and opened it. Inside was a lemon cake with neat yellow frosting.

I cut four slices and placed one in front of each person.

“We may as well finish dinner,” I said. No one touched the cake.