My Genius Husband’s Lab Affair

Twenty years into our marriage.

The chat thread between my husband Ethan Moore and me had been reduced to nothing but cold numbers.

The screen was filled with nothing but 1s and 2s.

Me: "Working late in the lab tonight?"

Him: "1" — meaning yes.

Me: "Coming home tonight?"

Him: "2" — meaning no.

I'd brainwash myself with the same mantras: he's a genius physicist, he's busy, his career is important.

On our anniversary, I bought lingerie and asked if he'd be coming home that night.

This time, he didn't reply with a number. Instead, he sent a 60-second voice message.