After An Affair, We Lived As Strangers For Eighteen Years—Until One Doctor’s Visit

blank space. I’d woken up in my own bed the next morning fully clothed with a pounding headache, assuming Mark had been a gentleman, had delivered me home safely, had tucked me in and left like a good friend should.

Mark, who had moved to Europe for a “job opportunity” exactly one week after our wedding, leaving so quickly he didn’t even attend the continue reading …