After I came home early and found my husband in ou…

“Let us out so we can talk like adults.”

“Adults.” The word made me laugh. Adults were the ones sleeping with the neighbor’s wife in their own wife’s house. Adults were the ones constructing elaborate lies to hide their betrayal.

My phone vibrated. A message from Lincoln, saying he had left work. I replied telling him to just come inside—I would explain when he got here.

In those minutes of waiting, I did something I had never done in my life. I checked Jackson’s phone. He had left it on the nightstand when he went to shower.

It had no passcode. After eight years of marriage, we believed in total transparency. What an irony.