I came home and found my husband punishing my eight-year-old daughter because he claimed she had torn his mistress’s $10,000 dress.

I stopped.

Then turned around.

“No.”

He frowned.

“What?”

“You didn’t lose everything because of Vanessa.”

His expression hardened.

“She lied to me.”

“Yes.”

“She took my money.”

“Yes.”

“She used me.”

“Yes.”

His voice rose.

“Then what do you call that?”

I held the box against my chest.

“I call that what Vanessa did to you.”

He stared at me.

“What happened to us was what you did.”

Silence.

“You lost me when you chose your affair over your marriage.”

He looked down.

“You lost Sophie’s trust when she