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

There is no possible preparation for the moment your reality dissolves completely. There is no manual that teaches you how to react when you catch the two people you trusted most abusing that trust in the most intimate way possible. There they were—Jackson and Caroline—in my bathtub, in my house, in my sanctuary.

Their bodies were intertwined, completely cut off from the outside world, lost in their own bubble of deceit. The water ran over them as they kissed with a passion I had not seen from Jackson in years. His hands roamed over her body with a familiarity that could only mean one thing: this was not the first time.

For a moment, I was paralyzed. My brain refused to process what my eyes were seeing. It was like I was watching a movie, something that could not be real, that could not be happening in my life.