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

What I found there confirmed that this betrayal went much deeper than I had imagined. The messages between Jackson and Caroline went back more than six months. Six months full of good morning, beautiful and I can’t stop thinking about you.

Six months of carefully orchestrated plans to meet when I was not around. Six months of laughing about how clueless I was, how easy it was to deceive me. “Josephine is so naive,” Caroline had written.

“I think we could do it in the living room and she wouldn’t notice.”

“That’s what I love about you,” Jackson had replied. “You’re the opposite of her—adventurous, spontaneous, fun.”

But the message that tore me apart internally was one from just two days ago. “Do you think we should tell them?” Caroline asked.

“Sometimes I feel guilty about Josephine. She’s such a good person.”