My Husband Was Sleeping With His Secretary in the Back of His Car — I Found Her Lace Under the Seat and Said Nothing, Just Mailed It to Her Husband With Four Words, and Hours Later an Envelope Arrived at the Hospital That Exposed the Secret He’d Buried for Six Years

It just erodes you, kindly, one reasonable increment at a time, until there is nothing left of your position to defend.

Mark had been doing it to me for a year.

What he did not know was that the one thing he could not slowly erode — because it lived in a certified document my father had filed twenty-eight years ago — was the thing that was going to save me.

Chapter 4 — Lost Property

So I did not confront my husband.

I got a plastic bag from the kitchen, and I lifted the lace into it without touching it, and I pulled Brenda’s home address from the firm’s administrative files.

Then I mailed a package to her husband.