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.

I drove home, I realized that I felt neither hopeful nor hopeless.

I felt cautious.

And cautious was better than desperate.

Chapter Ten: The Conversation With Emma

I had hoped to shield Emma from the details of what had happened.

But she was an adult, and she had already noticed enough to know that something serious was wrong.

A few days after Daniel and I began discussing counseling, she came home for dinner.

We sat at the kitchen table, the same table where she had watched her father discover that