“It was a Friday the thirteenth, the day I caught Gerry having sex with our next-door neighbour. Not that I ever thought the two things were connected. I’d always hated all that superstitious malarkey.”
All is not well in Jackie’s world. Her relationships with her son and daughter have deteriorated. She’s lost her parents to a drunk driver and become estranged from her only sister Melissa. Thank God for husband Gerry, still cute after years of marriage.
Then Jackie comes home early from work and catches Gerry with their next-door neighbour, a classy blonde. Horrified, she packs a bag and flees the house. One good thing though: this crisis is going to win her a lot of sympathy. Maybe it’s just the thing she needs to kick-start her fractured relationships?
Though she feels guilty about making such cynical use of Gerry’s treachery, it soon begins to pay off . . .
Can a husband’s infidelity do you good?