I never saw it coming. One night, after a long day of work and picking up the kids, I casually opened our shared bank account statement. My breath caught when I saw it: several payments to a hotel. “Who the hell were you with?” I whispered out loud, though I half-expected no one to answer. My heart raced as I stared at the screen, and I could feel the ground shifting beneath my feet.
I sat there, frozen, staring at the screen like it was some sort of life-altering magic mirror. The…