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

drive. “Rachel left me.”

I waited without offering either sympathy or satisfaction. He tried again.

“She got her sister to pick her up Saturday,” he continued.

“I’m sorry you had a difficult weekend.”

“You’re sorry?”

“I don’t know what response you want.”

He rubbed his face. “She thinks I used her.”

I pictured Rachel in the lobby calling herself a prop.

“She may have a point.”

“So you agree with her?”

“This is not a team sport.”

“She thinks I booked the hotel because of you.”

“You did.”

“That wasn’t