I secretly went to our country house without telling my husband to find out what he was doing there. When I opened the door, I was overcome with real horror

don’t get it, do you? It’s not just about fixing things. It’s about what you’ve done. It’s about the trust you’ve destroyed. I don’t know who you are anymore, Mark.”

I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my arm. “Please, don’t leave. I love you. I need you. You’re all I have left.”

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to think that maybe, somehow, he could continue reading …