The secret of MY SON’S FATHER

I would never have an affair with a married man, I used to say. Until I did. Far from the classic scenario, where the other woman knows nothing about his marriage, I did. You see, he was my best friend. I was at the wedding to his college sweetheart.

If you’re reading this as a wife I am aware you must think I’m heartless. I don’t expect sympathy – if I were someone’s wife I’d be thinking that as well. But it’s too simplistic to paint him as merely a philandering git, me as the cold-hearted mistress, his wife as the helpless victim. And love has