I was quite nervous as I drove out to meet a longtime friend of my husband’s, as I was meeting him without my husband’s knowledge.

Jackson had been living out of the area for more than two years, and he’d called me asking if I could meet him for lunch to talk about something important. When I arrived at the bar, I looked around, expecting him to already be there, but I didn’t spot him, so I called his cellphone.

He said he didn’t want to risk us being seen in public together, so he wanted me to come to his motel room. I told him that being seen going into a motel room with him was even worse than being seen at a bar together, but he insisted that he had to talk to me in private, so I got his room number and walked across the street to the motel to meet him.

I was really... Read More