A wife sat down at the family computer to pay a bill and found her husband still logged in. One folder she never opened held more than spam.

My husband swore he was buried in spreadsheets all day. Then I opened the lighting app on my phone and saw what color our bedroom had been at two in the afternoon.

I am barely over five feet tall. So the morning I climbed into my husband's car and nearly fell to the floor, I knew the seat had been set for someone else.

I submitted my husband to a radio prank call. He picked up the phone and confessed his affair live on air.

My husband started wearing a plain silver band he swore was just a five-dollar impulse buy. I only picked it up to wipe off the soap scum.

My husband came home with a beautiful tattoo and one clumsy spelling mistake he blamed on the artist. Months later I understood the mistake was the whole point.