The fifth time my husband stayed out all night, I didn’t call him—I opened his company’s Slack and told more than five hundred employees

our marriage to end.”

“No. You wanted a wife at home and Jasmine everywhere else.”

“That’s not fair.”

“It’s exactly fair.”

He crossed to the window.

“I didn’t know what I wanted.”

“You knew enough to keep doing it.”

“I thought I could fix it.”

“When?”

“I don’t know.”

“Before or after the sixth night you didn’t come home?”

“That’s cruel.”

“No.”

I rose, too. The wounded expression on his face wasn’t going to prevent me from finishing.

“What was cruel was making me question my own eyes because admitting