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.
“Are you referring to the corporate expense cards you used to book luxury hotels, flights, and personal gifts?”
There was a pause.
I could almost hear him rearranging his face, choosing the tone that had always worked on me before.
“Audrey… honey, you’re confused.”
I almost laughed.
Confusion had been his favorite diagnosis for nine years.
If I asked about a late night, I was insecure.
If I asked about a transfer, I was inexperienced.
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