The bedsprings creaked. That was the first thing she noticed when she pushed open the bedroom door. Then came the gasps—not just from the voluptuous blonde in her bed, but from her own throat as she took in the scene. Her husband’s guilty face told her everything she needed to know.
“You vile, cheating bastard!” she roared, grabbing the nearest object (a surprisingly heavy candle) and hurling it at the wall. “I gave you my youth, my loyalty, and this is my thanks?” Her hands balled into fists as she delivered her ultimatum: “Pack your things. I never want to see you again.”
But as she later learned through tearful explanations, this apparent betrayal hid a bizarre secret that would make her question whether she’d overreacted.
