My husband’s mistress rang the doorbell, handed me her coat, and said: “Tell Stephen I’m here.” She thought I was the maid. In my own house. She didn’t know I had been his wife for 12 years, nor that I was the owner of the company where her father worked. Twenty minutes later, Richard walked in. By nightfall, he was packing his bags. And three weeks later, I made a call that would cost him everything…

Cabo was beautiful and extremely expensive.

“Stephen pays of course,” she added proudly, “that is what real men do.”

“How long have you been together?” I asked.

“Six months,” she replied happily, “the best six months of my life because he buys me anything I want and takes me to the best restaurants.”

She leaned forward and added proudly, “Did you know he spent eight thousand dollars on a necklace for my birthday?”

I knew that because I had seen the charge on the credit card statement from our joint account.

“That is generous,” I said quietly.

“Yes he is generous with the right woman,” Amber said smugly, “his wife probably gets grocery store flowers and cheap dinners.”

Just then I heard Stephen’s car pulling into the driveway.

Amber jumped up excitedly and called out, “Stephen, surprise!”

Stephen walked through the door looking worried until he saw Amber standing in the living room.

His face turned pale.

Then he saw me.

He became even paler.

“Amber, what are you doing here?” he asked nervously.

“I came to visit you silly, your helper let me in,” she said cheerfully.

“Your helper?” he repeated while staring at me.

I simply smiled.