Must add postscript to my post above ^
I accidentally found out about the little love nest and there was a bit of a scene in a local restaurant, involving a full glass of wine, followed by a carafe of water, then the contents of a sugar bowl, thrown with some vehemence (oldgrandmama was the thrower, the recipient was her 'D'H). The waiters and other diners were well impressed. Oldgrandmam then stormed out, leaving wet and well-sugared 'D'H sitting at the table. Alas
, in oldgrandmama's handbag were 'D'H's wallet and car keys, as he didn't like spoiling the line of his beautiful suits with unsightly bulges ... so, bit of awkwardness over paying the bill, and getting home ...
Oldgrandmama insisted he sell the love nest, having first making him take her to visit it - where she found LOADS of her own stuff that the git had taken to make the place 'homely' - CDs, VHS tapes, books, bed linen, even antiques that oldgrandmama inherited from her family.
Most ironic thing of all - the OW for whom he bought the place for their trysts dumped him as soon as she learned of his purchase, since she reckoned he was getting 'too serious' and anyway, her own DH was far richer than mine so best not rock the boat! And best of all, my 'D'H actually had TWO OW on the go - the other one being my ex best friend. He's been married to her (ex best friend) miserably for twenty years now but to this day, she doesn't know that he was 'double shagging' with the other woman.
In my wilder moments, I consider detonating the bombshell and telling the nasty bitch, but hell, I'm a nice person, I've never looked back since divorcing the faithless shit and was married (briefly, he died three years into our marriage) to the most loving, caring man in the world, but thanks to him, was able to have a wonderfully happy life afterwards, though not a day goes by that I don't think of him and wish we were still together.
God, I've really gone to town here ... sorry, OP.