Mike and I were married for seven years. I truly believed we were a team—partners in every sense of the word. So when he came to me one evening, looking panicked and defeated, saying he owed his boss $8,000 for crashing a company car, I didn’t question it. I didn’t hesitate. I used the inheritance my grandmother had left me and paid the supposed debt.
A few days later, I was on his laptop, just looking for a recipe. What I found instead stopped me cold: flight confirmations, hotel bookings—two tickets for a luxury weeklong trip to Miami. The names? Mike… and Sarah. Our neighbor. Married Sarah.