At exactly 11:47 on Christmas Eve, my husband accidentally sent me a photograph of himself in a hotel bed with his mistress while I was home alone caring for our two feverish babies.

expected anger or obsession.

But once she was no longer a mystery, I stopped caring.

Cole’s disclosures confirmed the necklace was hers and the hotel suite had been booked using a corporate travel account.

That was enough to establish his explanation was false.

I didn’t need every detail.

I never called or confronted Sierra.

Nor did I ask what she possessed that I lacked.

His affair wasn’t a competition between women.

It was my husband’s choice.

I refused to treat it as evidence of my inadequacy.

Three weeks after Christmas,