The Night I Left My Husband at a Charity Gala—and By Sunrise, His Perfect Life Was Falling Apart

number won’t belong to anyone.”

Silas nodded.

The highway stretched ahead.

Dark.

Open.

Promising.

For several miles, neither of us spoke.

Then Silas finally asked the question.

“When did you know it was over?”

I looked out the window.

“At first, I thought it was the affair.”

“But it wasn’t?”

“No.”

The affair had simply confirmed what I already knew.

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