At 2:00 a.m., My Husband Thought I Was Asleep While He Emptied Our Safe to Run Off With His Mistress. Before Leaving, He Kissed Me and Whispered, “Poor Audrey. You Never Saw This Coming.” Hours Later He Sent a Photo From the Airport. I Replied With Four Words That Made Him Call Me Immediately.
“You planned this from the start.”
“No,” I said.
“I trusted you from the start.
I started protecting myself when I learned what you were planning.”
For the first time since I had met him, he had no next line.
I watched him search for one anyway.
The old charm.
The wounded-boy look.