I did not confront my wife that night.

Confrontation is the amateur’s move, the move of a person who wants the emotional satisfaction of the scene more than they want to win.

I wanted to win.

So instead of going up those stairs and screaming, I made phone calls.

At ten minutes past one in the morning, I called my corporate attorney at home, woke him, and told him what I had.

He was quiet for a moment, and then he said the words I needed: Don’t do anything yourself.