James
In the hotel room where she’s been staying since her a*******n and subsequent rescue, my daughter… my eldest daughter… is red-faced, almost incoherent with rage: “I don’t understand you, Dad! He’s supposed to be your friend and I found him… with her. Your wife. Why aren’t you…”
I cut her short. “Georgie, sit down. And please, calm down. There are some things I need to explain to you. I should have done it some while ago, but there never seemed to be the right moment.”
She sits, shoulders hunching. “I can’t imagine what you think you have to say. Are you going to tell me you knew your wife was having an affair and you just stood by?”
“Georgie, Charlotte is not having an affair…”
“She’s your wife…”
“Yes, she is my wife, but…” I take a deep breath… “Charlotte is also Michael’s wif
