I caught my husband texting with his coworker

in silence for a few minutes. Then he says, softer, “Do you still love me?”

I pause.

Do I?

I look at him — not with anger, not with pain. Just clarity.

“I loved who I thought you were,” I say. “But right now, I don’t even know who that is.”

He nods. Swallows hard. “I’ll fix this. I’ll do anything.”

“That’s not up to you anymore,” I say. “You don’t get to continue reading …