When I found him moments later, his expression was strangely serious. He tugged on my dress and whispered, “Mommy, I saw Daddy touch another lady’s leg.”
I froze.
He nodded, pointing discreetly toward Rachel, my husband’s longtime family friend — someone I had always trusted without question.
Those few words, spoken in the whisper of a child, would change everything I thought I knew about my life.
A Marriage Built on Routines
Arthur and I had been married for nearly ten years. We met in a neighborhood book club, the kind where you talked more about life than literature. His intelligence drew me in; his calm, steady nature made me feel safe.
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