The Gumbo Betrayal

o go," Ethan announced one evening, dropping an invitatio

ork functions. His colleagues were all part of his old footbal

eed to present a united front

umors that his marriage was failing. The irony was suffocating. I agreed to go,

ple I saw were Ethan's friends, and right in the middle of t

" Ethan muttered to me, avoiding my ey

e hadn't even tried to hide it. He brought his mistress to

former mentor from culinary school, Chef Antoine Dubois, a man wh

he boomed, his voice full of genuine warmt

s good to see

should know, we have a true talent among us. I just received word this week. This brilliant young woman ha

s mouth slightly open. He had learned this life-altering news about his own wife from a complete stranger, in a room full of his collea

d dragged me out into the hallway. "What the hell was that

ious hiss. "Why am

did tell you, Ethan. I told you five years ago whe

as year

bout wanting to open a small catering business. Do you remember what you said? You told me it was 'just a

at me, s

Sabrina stumbled out, clearly drunk. She w

g so long? This is so

ween his wife and his mistre

n at her. I gave a s

ome, Ethan," I said so

lked away, leaving him to deal