My husband always left for work in his shiny SUV, but one day I learned he was secretly switching to a rusty old car. Suspicious, I followed him—and what I found broke my world apart.For ten years, I thought I knew Henry. No secrets, no lies—or so I believed. But when my doctor casually mentioned seeing him daily in shabby clothes, driving that beat-up Mustang, I couldn’t ignore it. I watched with my own eyes as he pulled up, dressed like a stranger, and slipped into a toy store.
