My Husband’s Mistress Wore My Missing Versace Dress To My Father’s Funeral. Sat In The Family Row. Held My Husband’s Hand. “I’m Practically Family Now,” She Announced. The Lawyer Began Reading The Will: “To My Daughter Diane, Who Called Me Yesterday About Her Husband’s Affair…” My Husband Went Pale. The Mistress Rained.

I took a breath and looked directly at Miles, who was now staring at his shoes as if they held the secrets of the universe. “When I was young, he taught me how to tie a knot using one of his silk ties because he said a person should always know how to secure what matters.”

A few of his old colleagues chuckled softly, and I saw Aunt Bridget wipe a stray tear from her cheek. I could feel the tension radiating from the front row, where Miles and Audrey were now sitting perfectly still like statues.

“Two nights ago, my father called me into his room and told me that he had hired a private investigator several months ago,” I said clearly. A low murmur rippled through the pews like a sudden gust of wind through dry grass.

Miles sat up straighter, his face drained of all color as he realized where this was headed. “I didn’t understand why he would do such a thing at first, but he told me he had seen a change in my eyes that I hadn’t admitted to myself.”

I gripped the edges of the wooden podium until my knuckles turned white. “He said I was making excuses for my husband that sounded like they had been rehearsed in front of a mirror.”