My Husband Invited His “Boss” To Dinner. I Cooked Everything Perfectly. Then I Set One Extra Plate For The Woman He Was Hiding
Keeping My Voice Calm
When Daniel came back downstairs, I asked if Mr. Reynolds would be bringing anyone with him. He dried his hair with a towel and avoided my eyes.

He said maybe one colleague might join, depending on schedules. His answer sounded careful, soft, and rehearsed.
I nodded like I believed him. Inside, the first piece of the puzzle had already fallen into place.