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

Adrian and I had been married for thirteen years.

Our daughter, Lily Bennett, was eleven.

We owned a comfortable house in Bellmere, had respectable jobs, a shared calendar, a mortgage we could afford, a college account for Lily, and enough family photographs on our walls to make us look almost aggressively normal.

I ran a small interior design studio.

Adrian worked in commercial development.