My Husband Walked Into the Hotel With His Mistress. He Never Expected to See Me There.

Then he turned to her: “Do you know him?”

Rachel stopped in her tracks as the sliding doors closed behind them. “Why would I know who your wife is talking to?”

“I was just asking.”

“No, you weren’t.”

A family with two children passed between us, interrupting the exchange. Michael leaned closer.

“Should I wave?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Should I kiss your cheek?”

“Michael.”

“I’m trying to be supportive.”

“You’re enjoying yourself.”

“That can also be supportive.”

I laughed, and Daniel noticed. His jaw tightened; Rachel caught that reaction too.

He