“Mommy, I Saw Daddy And This Lady Exercising In The Bedroom For A Long Time,” Our 4-Year-Old Daughter Said, Pointing To A Woman At My Husband’s Party
It was supposed to be a night filled with laughter, friends, and celebration. The dining room of our London townhouse glowed under soft amber lights, the scent of roasted lamb and vanilla cake filling the air. My husband Thomas was turning thirty-six, and I had spent the entire week preparing for his birthday party. Music…