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

to tell our six-year-old daughter? That Daddy’s betrayal is ‘manageable’? That the reason he can’t hug her or kiss her forehead right now is because he was too busy playing ‘Mr. Vargas’ in a hotel room?”

Diego collapsed into the kitchen chair, the same one where he sat every morning to eat the breakfast I made for him. He put his head in his hands, continue reading …