Part 2 : My husband texted me that he was stuck at work, while kissing his pregnant mistress two tables away from me. I was about to smash a wine glass in his face, until a stranger whispered to me that the worst was just about to begin. My phone vibrated on the white tablecloth. “Happy second anniversary, baby,” his message read. I looked up, and Alex had his hand on the back of another woman’s neck.

Part 2 : My husband texted me that he was stuck at work, while kissing his pregnant mistress two tables away from me. I was about to smash a wine glass in his face, until a stranger whispered to me that the worst was just about to begin. My phone vibrated on the white tablecloth. “Happy second anniversary, baby,” his message read. I looked up, and Alex had his hand on the back of another woman’s neck.

Part 3 – The Trial Begins Three months later. The courthouse in lower Manhattan was already surrounded by reporters before the sun had fully climbed above the skyline. Satellite trucks … Continue reading Part 2 : My husband texted me that he was stuck at work, while kissing his pregnant mistress two tables away from me. I was about to smash a wine glass in his face, until a stranger whispered to me that the worst was just about to begin. My phone vibrated on the white tablecloth. “Happy second anniversary, baby,” his message read. I looked up, and Alex had his hand on the back of another woman’s neck.