“Your mother is gone. Tears won’t bring her back—so wipe your face, make dinner, and don’t look like a grieving child when my guests arrive.” That was what my husband said.

He read a transaction from a month ago for the purchase of a designer handbag at a luxury boutique. The date coincided with the day Mark told me he had to work all night due to a surprise audit. It turned out his audit consisted of going on a luxury shopping spree with Jessica using the company credit card. I felt a tightness in my chest, not from jealousy, but from deep disgust. While I was saving money at home to pay the electricity bill, my husband was squandering company money on another woman. Jessica, whose name was mentioned in the audit report, was trembling violently. Her pretty madeup face was now stained with cold sweat.