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

This isn’t just an affair, Mrs.

Laura.

I think it’s something much bigger.” I was in the car before he finished.

Because I had already begun to suspect, from a year of small wrong numbers, that the affair might be the least of it — that the lace under the seat might be, in the end, the smallest and simplest lie my husband had told me.

And when I reached that hospital corridor, Brenda was already there, disheveled and shaking, having raced over the moment she guessed what her husband might do.

She knew, better than anyone, what was in that bag.