What it is about
It was 11 PM and my wife Natalia hadn't returned home yet.
When I called, she hesitated, claiming to be caught up in a company gathering and couldn't leave.
I didn't confront her.
Instead, I quietly watched as she, the woman I had dated for four years and married for five, entered a bar hand-in-hand with another man.
"I'll probably be a few more hours. Don't wait up for me; go to sleep," she said in a rush and hung up.
This was her eleventh late return this month, and it was the last chance I was willing to give her.
