Part 1 — The Woman in the Emerald Dress
My husband brought his mistress into our dining room while I was eight months pregnant, took her hand in front of our children, and announced that she would be moving into our home.
That was the moment I understood the evening had been designed long before either of them crossed the doorway.
My name is Claire Bennett, and I had been married to Ryan Bennett for nine years. Our six-year-old son, Ethan, sat beside me at the walnut dining table, while our four-year-old daughter, Sophie, was complaining that the chicken on her plate had been cut into pieces that were somehow “too square.”
Ryan’s mother, Margaret Bennett, was visiting for dinner, along with his younger brother, Daniel.
Then I heard Ryan approaching through the hallway.
Another set of footsteps moved beside his.
High heels.
