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

else.

“I thought your lawyer was bluffing.”

“About what?”

“Your assets.”

“Of course you did.”

“I thought you were trying to frighten me.”

“I didn’t need to frighten you.”

“I know that now.”

Our coffee arrived, giving us a brief interruption. When the server left, Aaron leaned against his chair.

“You know the worst part?”

“I keep thinking about all the conversations we had where I must have sounded like an idiot.”

I couldn’t help laughing at his expression; for an instant, his smile returned.

“I’m serious.”

“You didn’t sound