PART 2: My husband went to the beach for 15 days with his “best friend” and came back thinking I was just going to cry

“Is he gone?”

It was the private investigator I had hired the moment Diego’s credit card flagged a ‘Luxury Spa’ in Miami instead of a ‘Deep Dish Pizza’ in Chicago.

“He’s gone,” I typed back. “Send the rest of the files to the lawyers. We’re going for full custody. I have the medical endangerment clause ready.”

I walked to the hallway and looked at the continue reading …