My husband forgot the papers he needed for his business trip, so I drove to the airport to bring them to him — I thought I was simply saving his business speech until I got there and saw something I never expected.

I turned and walked away.

He called after me.

Twice.

I didn’t stop.

I carried the blue folder all the way back to my car.

Once inside, I placed it on the passenger seat and gripped the steering wheel.

I sat there for several minutes before I trusted myself to drive.

All I could hear was Emily’s voice.

He told me you were divorced.

And all I could see was my husband’s hand resting affectionately on another woman’s pregnant stomach.

By the time I got home, I was shaking.

Olive greeted me at the door, meowing as though nothing unusual had happened.

I sank onto the kitchen floor and began crying.

I didn’t know whether I was angrier about the affair, the pregnancy, or the ease with which Tucker had looked me in the eye every evening and pretended everything was normal.

Around noon, my phone buzzed.