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
had I. But in that moment, I realized something that gave me the clarity I needed.
“I can’t keep living in the past, Mark,” I said quietly. “I can’t keep holding onto what was. I’ve tried to see if we can rebuild, if I can forgive you, but the truth is… I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”
