question did.
“Were you having an affair with my husband?”
Monica’s face hardened.
“No.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not. I was never Daniel’s mistress. Not once during your marriage.”
“Then how did you know about the red light?”
Her jaw tightened.
“Because Daniel was on his way to meet me that night.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
“We were supposed to see each other. Daniel never showed up. Later, I heard he’d hit some woman in a crosswalk and taken her to the hospital.”
Some woman.
Me.
“You were dating him?”
