Mark Walked Into His Own Kitchen and Found His Wif…

Our house sat on about an acre and a half of land that my grandfather gave me when I was eleven. I built the house there after Hannah and I got married. The land had once been part of a larger six-acre property where my grandfather ran a gardening business.

He left the original house and half an acre to my older brother, sold the other four acres for development, and set up a family trust that included money for our children’s education. Our house was set back from the road behind trees and a long private drive, so when I pulled up and saw several cars parked outside, the feeling in my gut hardened. John and Stephanie’s car was there.

So were Susan and Barkley’s. A few other cars I did not recognize sat in the drive as if someone had arranged a quiet committee meeting inside my home. It was obvious something was going down, and they had tried to make it look casual.