It started when I saw them making out in the car, right in front of the house.
When she came inside, I didn’t say anything. I convinced myself that I must have seen things wrong. She wouldn’t do that to me. We were married and in love. Still, I couldn’t get the image out of my mind and it gnawed at me all day.
That evening I said we had to talk. I truly hoped I was wrong, but if I didn’t come right out and ask, there would always be doubts. “Is there something going on between you and Cindy?”
The look in her eyes told me everything, but I still wanted to hear it. “Did I see the two of you making out in the car this morning?”
A week later, she was gone. I got home from work to find her house key and wedding ring on the dining room table. That was it, not even a note.