My Husband Came Home at 10 A.M. After Spending the Night Away—For the First Time in 23 Years, I Didn’t Ask Where He’d Been. By Monday, He Realized He Had Lost More Than His Wife’s Trust.

he said. “We’re probably going to stay out late.”

I was sitting on the bed, sorting laundry.

“All right.”

He glanced at me in the mirror.

“You’re not going to ask where we’re going?”

I folded a towel.

“You’re going out with Mark.”

“Yes.”

“Then I hope you have a good evening.”

He turned around.

For a moment, he looked almost disappointed.

Then he picked up his wallet and left.

I heard the garage door close.

I remained on the bed, holding the towel in my hands.

In the past,