“Why are you out of bed? The doctor said you needed rest,” my mother scolds.

“I’m fine.”

“They’ve published some photos of you and Paulette, suggesting your relationship started while you were still married,” my father growls, slamming the paper down so we can see it. “I don’t get what they’re trying to achieve. Why keep dragging this up?”

I watch as my mother pales, stealing a quick glance at Paulette, who, like her, stays silent—unusually silent, considering how ...