Marie’s POV

My husband finally left for one of his “business trips.” I knew what that meant. He wasn’t in some hotel room buried under paperwork—he was probably buried inside another woman. In the past, that would have gutted me. I would have sat in bed alone, staring at the ceiling, asking myself what I’d done wrong, what made me not enough. But now? Now I felt nothing. Or maybe it wasn’t nothing—maybe it was freedom.

After dinner, I padded into the bathroom, closing the door ...