He'd left a handwritten apology note and breakfast on the table. As I bit into the still-warm sandwich, I thought to myself that he'd make a decent housekeeper when he runs out of money.

After work, Ian was already waiting for me outside my office.

"Honey, I've been thinking - you're right. Your happiness matters most. Let's keep the house and live there together."

"What would you like for dinner? My treat."

I knew this was Ian's peace ...