My husband’s affair had been going on for over two years, and though every part of me wanted to leave, I stayed for the sake of our young children.
Then, one day, his mistress showed up on our doorstep, bags in hand, boldly demanding to move in with us.
My husband, pleading with me to allow it, promised it would be ‘just temporary.’ Against all instinct, I agreed—but I kept one small, crucial detail to myself.
They both thought they’d pulled one over on me. A week later, I got a furious call from them both, screaming, ‘WHAT DID YOU…!’