The Passenger Seat He Saved for His Mistress

Four years together, and I always sat in the back seat of Victor Delgado's car.

He said the passenger seat was the most dangerous spot, that he couldn't bear to put me at risk.

It moved me so much I praised him to everyone I met for being so thoughtful.

Until today, when I borrowed his car to get to the airport and opened the glovebox looking for tissues.

It was stuffed with women's hydrating mist, period-cramp patches, even a pair of lace underwear still in its packaging.

On the dashcam, his voice went soft and doting as he spoke to his female assistant: