As the novel opens, Francesca's banker husband is supposedly off to a conference in Brussels. But when she drops him off at the airport, he forgets his cell phone. Considerate wife that she is, Francesca parks the car, and hurries to catch him before his plane leaves. She catches him all right, just as he's passionately kissing one of his female colleagues like there's no tomorrow.
But there is a tomorrow, and what happens in the days to follow is hilarious. Readers will cheer for Francesca all the way to her triumphant revenge. . . .