He Brought His Mistress Home—So I Threw The Party He Didn’t Expect

of Franco and Jessica. “The usual story?”

“No,” I said, putting on my sunglasses. “This is the ending.”

Three days before the party, the courier arrived.

I took the large manila envelope into my study and locked the door. I poured a glass of water—not wine, not anything that would blur the edges of what I was about to read—and sat at the desk where I continue reading …