I believed every page. That same night, I told my wife Nadine to pack her things.
“I didn’t do this,” she said. “You’re going to find that out one day.”
I didn’t listen. She was gone within two months. No fight. No lawyer. Just silence.
A year later, I was engaged to someone new, driving out past the county line, when my fiancée suddenly screamed for me to pull over.
