My husband texted me that he was stuck at work, while kissing his pregnant mistress two tables away from me. I was about to smash a wine glass in his face, until a stranger whispered to me that the worst was just about to begin. My phone vibrated on the crisp white tablecloth. “Happy second anniversary, baby,” his message read. I looked up, and Carter had his hand on the back of another woman’s neck.

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