Rachel smiled.
“So we think it would be reasonable for Tyler and me to stay here. He’ll help you find a smaller place.”
I stared at her.
She wasn’t merely telling me she was involved with my husband.
She was asking me to give her my home.
The house where I’d raised my children.
The house where I’d spent eighteen years building a family.
And she spoke as though my agreement were a minor formality.
I took a slow breath.
“Does Tyler know you’re here?”
“Of course.”
“He told you to come?”
“He said he’d already explained everything to you last week.”
That surprised me.
“He did?”
Rachel nodded.
“He told me you both understood the marriage was over.”
I almost smiled.
Tyler hadn’t told me anything.
Apparently, he’d convinced his mistress that our separation had already been discussed.
And now she’d arrived expecting me to cooperate.
I looked at her carefully.
