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

and unyielding as ever: he had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

“Mark, I don’t know what the future holds,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “But I know this: I can’t live like this. Not anymore. I don’t know if I can ever trust you again. And I don’t think you can ever make up for what you’ve done.”

He nodded, his eyes filled with tears.continue reading …