I didn’t confront her or my wife right away. Instead, I told Lily to invite him — and keep it a secret. If there was another man, I needed to see him with my own eyes. That Sunday, as the table was set and candles burned, there was a knock at the door. I opened it, and my heart sank. Standing there was Adam — my best friend, the man I had trusted for years. Moments later, my wife Jessica appeared, caught between shock and shame.
