At four that afternoon, Nathan sent me a text.
"My boss and a few coworkers are coming over for dinner tonight. Hope that's okay."
It wasn't exactly a request.
By seven, dinner was ready, and I'd even changed into my nicest violet dress.
Nathan's boss, Mr. Bennett, showed up with three people from the office.
One of them was Susan Parker.
I knew exactly who she was.
Tall.
Blonde.
Attractive.
My husband invited his boss over for dinner without asking me — halfway through the meal, his boss looked at me and said, "Wait... you don't know yet
