But as soon as I arrived at his gate, I noticed a car parked in front of his house. My heart stopped. It was my wife’s car.
I didn’t even check the license plate—I just stood there, staring, unable to believe my eyes.

At first I tried to convince myself it was just a coincidence: maybe she had come by to drop something off, maybe she had other business. But the longer I stood there, the faster my heart pounded.