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.

He accused me of cheating with such conviction that I started doubting myself. Then I went looking for proof of my innocence and found something else entirely.

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.