September 29, 2026

My Husband Booked Seats for His Mistress—Then I Took the Seat Right Behind Them…

“Four days,” he said.

“Client meetings Thursday and Friday, dinner with the regional team Friday night, then I’ll probably spend Saturday catching up on reports before flying home Sunday morning.”

I sat on the edge of our bed, matching socks from the laundry basket.

“Sounds exhausting.”

He smiled.

“It will be.”

Then he leaned over and kissed the top of my head.

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