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

isn’t what you think.”

I glanced at my evidence. “That would be genuinely impressive.”

“It just happened.”

“Nine months happened?”

His expression shifted. That told me nine months was probably an underestimate.

He began explaining: loneliness, our lost connection, my busy schedule, his need to be appreciated, Rachel’s understanding, the absence of planning, and his insistence that he still cared and never intended to hurt me. I heard all of it before sliding the first statement across.

“Did feeling unappreciated cost four hundred eighty-six dollars at the Riverside Inn?”

“Claire.”