My husband cheated on me with our son's wife — and what we did about it was brutal.
My name is Carol.
I'm fifty-six.
I've been married to Mark for thirty-one years.
Three months ago, our son Daniel married Jenna.
A beautiful wedding.
Daniel was glowing.
I cried like a baby.
Then Mark started working late.
Coming home smelling of perfume.
Hiding his phone.
I told myself I was imagining it.
After thirty-one years, you don't suspect the man who sleeps beside you.
On Thursday, a notification lit up our shared tablet.
A message from "J." It read: "Tonight at 8.
Same place.
Daniel's on his night shift."
My bl00d went cold.
That evening, I followed Mark.
I sat in my car outside a hotel across town, hands trembling on the steering wheel.
At 8:07, Jenna's white car pulled in.
Ten minutes later, my husband walked out of the lobby with his arm around her waist.
