At 2:47 in the morning, while my seven-year-old daughter was in critical condition in the ICU, my husband saw my calls and rejected them because he was in the Bahamas with the woman he had told me not to worry about.

at me as though I were unreasonable.

“This is exactly why I need it, Sarah. You can’t let me breathe.”

I later discovered Julianne Mercer had joined him.

Julianne was twenty-five and had been his fitness instructor for eight months.

When we first met, she’d rested her hand on David’s shoulder while laughing and left it there longer than necessary.

I mentioned it afterward.

David laughed.

“She touches everyone. It’s her job.”

Apparently, sleeping with married clients was another service.

At 2:47 a.m., Dr. Patel brought me into