I was just about ready to return inside when I spotted Camden and Elise through a window.
They were tucked away in a quiet hallway.
I watched as Camden tenderly brushed his hand across Elise’s belly.
Then he leaned in and kissed her.
Not a friendly peck on the cheek, but a familiar, practiced kiss between lovers.
Elise pulled him closer, her body molding to his.
I might have been too blind to see the signs before then, but it was crystal clear to me now that my husband and my best friend were having an affair.
I stormed inside to confront them.
I burst into the hallway where I’d spotted them, my scream tearing from my chest, loud enough to stop the whole party.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
