After 42 years of marriage, my husband asked for a divorce for another woman—until a message on his smartwatch exposed the truth behind everything.

I’m sixty-eight.”

I squeezed his arm. “You don’t get to leave me here with everyone to feed.”

That afternoon, I bought him a smartwatch and synced its health alerts to my phone.

“So now my wife and my wrist are both bossing me around?” he asked.

“Only because we both want you alive.”

At first, the watch helped.

Ed joined a gym and began walking on the treadmill continue reading …