MY HUSBAND SAID HE WAS FLYING TO WESTHAVEN FOR A FOUR-DAY BUSINESS CONFERENCE. AT BELLMERE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, I WATCHED HIM WALK INTO A PRIVATE LOUNGE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN—BUT I DIDN’T CONFRONT THEM. I FOLLOWED THEM TO EVERMERE, AND WHAT THEY WERE REALLY THERE TO SIGN WAS WORSE THAN THE AFFAIR.

The first lie was almost perfect.

That was what bothered me most.

My husband, Adrian Cole, stood in our bedroom on a Wednesday evening, packing dark trousers and neatly folded shirts into a carry-on suitcase while explaining his trip to Westhaven.