The Cheating Husband's Painful Secret

ing little to cover him. "Divorce? Evelyn, what are you

lex, who had just entered to check on the patient in the o

haking finger at Alex. "You're leaving me for hi

aped my throat. Before I could think, I lunged forward and slapped him. The crack of my hand against his cheek echoed in the

ling with rage. "You dare stand there

nurse, drawn by the noise, peered into the room. The public na

s. He gently guided me toward an empty consultation room across the hall, his pre

ut the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. The

unded pride. "He'll be serving you with the papers tomorrow. The house is in my name. I su

tter or for worse. You don't just throw ten years away because of one stupid night." He was trying to

Santa Fe five years ago. And the vasectomy? Did you think I'd never f

standing there. I couldn't be in the

orever. - L.' Along with the flowers was a decadent chocolate cake from our favorite bakery. The absurdity of the gesture, the complete refusal to acknowledge the

l's main trash receptacle, dumping them in without a second thought. Th

ment," a juvenile tactic he'd used before when he felt I was being unreasonable. He thought if he ignored the problem, I would eventually give in, wor

owntown studio, the divorce papers from my lawyer sitting on the passenger seat. The studio was hi

lls were covered with his work. Striking, visceral images from war zones, portraits of people whose l

face was turned to the side, her hair fanned out on a pillow, her bare shoulder expos

woman

taken them while I slept, without my knowledge, without my consent. And now, he had them displayed here, in