I never thought I’d be the wife who comes home early to find her husband packing up — not just his stuff, but our life together. Sixteen years of marriage, gone in a suitcase. It started like any other day. Then I got a call from our elderly neighbor, Mrs. Johnson:“Cindy, your husband’s here. With another woman. There’s banging and yelling…”I rushed home. And there he was — Mike — with Lana, his assistant. Clothes, cash, my jewelry,
even our passports, all being stuffed into bags.He flinched when he saw me. “It’s not what it looks like,” he said.Lana rolled her eyes. “We’ve been together for five years. He’s finally leaving you.”Five. Years. He tried to justify it. “We grew apart,”