I woke up in a hospital bed after an ac:cident, my leg shattered, my whole body aching. Then my husband walked in – hand in hand with his mistress.

quickly slipping out of the room.

The second the door closed, the atmosphere changed.

I stared at the man I’d loved for over a decade and suddenly felt like I was looking at a stranger.

“How long?” I asked again.

“Eight months.”

“Why?”

That question lingered between us for several seconds.

Finally, he shrugged.

“I wasn’t happy.”

Not happy.

As if unhappiness continue reading …