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

times, but nothing feels right.”

I could feel his pain, his regret, through the phone. And for a moment, I wondered if the man I had once loved was still there, somewhere beneath the surface.

“Mark,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “I don’t know if I can forgive you. I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”

“I know,” he replied softly. “And I don’t expect continue reading …