My Husband’s Mistress Wore My Missing Versace Dress To My Father’s Funeral. Sat In The Family Row. Held My Husband’s Hand. “I’m Practically Family Now,” She Announced. The Lawyer Began Reading The Will: “To My Daughter Diane, Who Called Me Yesterday About Her Husband’s Affair…” My Husband Went Pale. The Mistress Rained.

Mr. Sterling sat down next to me and handed me a small, cream-colored envelope with my name on it. “Your father wanted you to have this after the service was over,” he said softly.

I opened the letter and saw my father’s shaky handwriting. “Diane, if you are reading this, then Sterling has done his job and Miles is currently realizing he is a man of very little substance.”

I wiped a tear away and kept reading. “Go to the safe in my office at the lake house, the combination is the day you graduated from law school, and look for the blue folder.”

I stared at the letter, my mind racing. What else could he have hidden away for me to find?

The funeral was over, but it felt like my father was still directing the play from behind the scenes. And for the first time in a very long time, I felt like I was the one holding all the cards.

THE END.