My Husband Had Been Secretly Seeing My Best Friend…

the same room where Jess had sat for a hundred dinners, where we had opened Christmas presents, where Daniel and I had slow danced to a song at 2:00 a.m. after Lily’s first birthday because we were tired and giddy and still very much in love, or so I had believed.

I set the folder on the coffee table.

“I’m not going to cry,” I said. “I’m not going to continue reading …