I Trailed My Husband at 3 A.M.—And Witnessed the End of My Marriage

I sat at the kitchen table, opened a new email account, researched divorce lawyers.

It felt bizarre—like shopping for appliances while dismantling my life. That evening, Dave brought home red roses. “What’s the occasion?” I asked, arranging them.

“Can’t a man surprise his wife?” He kissed my cheek. I wondered if Betty liked roses too. That night, I continue reading …