I caught my husband texting with his coworker

a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Stay. I think you deserve to know what’s been going on behind your back, just like I did.”

My husband gets up too. “Okay, that’s enough. You’ve made your point.”

I turn to him. “Have I? Because I’m just getting started.”

Lisa grabs her purse, cheeks flushed with humiliation. “Mark, let’s go.”

Mark doesn’t move. His eyes continue reading …