Jeff Ewing

I told my husband I wanted a divorce because I found a set of keys in his coat that didn’t fit our door. He swore he had never kept a place from me. I gave him 24 hours to tell me the truth or I would leave. The next morning, he came into the kitchen, dropped an envelope on the table, and said: “Before you destroy this marriage, call the number on the tag and ask who lives there.” I immediately called. A woman picked up. When I said his name, she went quiet for almost 30 seconds. Then she asked me one question: “Did he tell you we signed it on Friday?” My hands started shaking. Because he had told me he was working late on Friday. He came home after midnight and said the client wouldn’t stop talking. And he was standing right there, watching me hold the phone…