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.

to talk to you.”

There was a pause.

“No, not about work.”

Another pause.

“Things are bad at home.”

I stood beside the sink, drying a glass.

“I think she knows something’s wrong.”

I stopped moving.

Daniel lowered his voice.

“She didn’t ask me anything this morning. Nothing. She barely looked at me.”

I heard him sigh.

“I don’t know what to do.”

I placed the glass on the counter.

There was another silence.

Then Daniel said something that made me look toward the window.

“Do you think I should