My Husband’s Mistress Called Me the Maid Without Knowing Who I Was

the floor, gathered the coat I had set on the chair, and walked to the front door without looking at Richard once. She paused with her hand on the knob and turned back, and the expression on her face had nothing left of the woman who had walked in an hour earlier.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know you were real.”

I did not know how to answer that,continue reading …