My Husband Had Been Secretly Seeing My Best Friend…

about a bad shot on the seventh hole, and she laughed at him, and he looked, to all appearances, like a perfectly happy man in a perfectly ordinary life.

I passed him the salad. I asked about his game. I smiled at the right moments.

And I began to plan.

Patricia Hail had an office on the 14th floor of a building in downtown Chicago, with a view of the continue reading …