The front door opened.

Ravenna Cavendish — the head of public relations for Ellington Enterprises — walked in wearing a wine-red gown.

She was the woman who texted my husband at two in the morning, who traveled with him on “business trips” to Miami, who stood a little too close in the photographs that always seemed to vanish from the company’s internal site.

She crossed the room and straightened Ferdinand’s bow tie with the ease of long practice.

“The car’s waiting,” she said.

I looked at her hand resting on my husband’s chest.