A Woman Scheduled a Massage—She Had No Clue Her Therapist Was the Wife of Her Lover She entered my studio glowing with confidence. Red lipstick, silk robe, and a smug smile. “Can you take a picture of me?” she asked sweetly. “I want to send it to my boyfriend.” I snapped it. She looked flawless. “Finally,” she sighed, lying back. “Time to relax.” “Tough week?” I asked. “Oh, you know,” she said, tossing her hair. “My boyfriend’s almost divorced. His wife? Just some frumpy housewife. No makeup, no