My Husband Was Sleeping With His Secretary in the Back of His Car — I Found Her Lace Under the Seat and Said Nothing, Just Mailed It to Her Husband With Four Words, and Hours Later an Envelope Arrived at the Hospital That Exposed the Secret He’d Buried for Six Years

I did not send that package in anger.

I sent it the way you send up a flare: to find out who else was out there in the dark, and to let them know they were not alone in it.

There was a calculation in it, and I will not pretend otherwise — a woman moving carefully needs allies, and Andrew’s interests ran exactly parallel to mine.

But there was something underneath the calculation that I only understood later, and it was not strategic at all.

It was a kind of refusal.