My husband sent another woman a huge bouquet of white roses and pink peonies with a card signed “Love, Daniel,” and by one careless mistake, those flowers arrived at our house instead.

I told him. “What?”

“Answer the phone.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“Why?”

“Because this is between you and me.” I shook my head. “No. You made it between three people.”

Then he revealed whom he was worried about. “Claire, I’m not putting her on speaker so you can humiliate her.” I went utterly still. I repeated, “You don’t want me to humiliate her.” He said, “That’s not what I mean.”

“You’re protecting her.” He protested, “I’m trying not to turn this into some insane scene.” I asked, “She has my