I Came Home Two Days Early and Found My Wife Sneaking Through the Servants’ Entrance—Then I Learned Who Had Taken Over Her House

She did not call a rideshare.

She walked nearly twenty minutes to a small neighborhood market.

I followed at a distance.

Inside, she picked up milk, eggs, fruit, generic pain relievers, and coffee.

At the register, she handed over a card.

Declined.

She tried another.

Declined again.