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 smiled faintly.

“I don’t know yet.”

He looked at me.

For a moment, I thought he might recognize the irony.

Then he looked away.

“All right.”

I returned to my book.

I wasn’t trying to make him jealous.

I wasn’t punishing him.

I was simply living my life without treating his expectations as the center of every decision.

And the more I did that, the less frightening the future became.

Chapter Twelve: Daniel’s Hardest Realization

About six weeks after his confession, Daniel and I attended our fourth counseling session