“Deal with it, Benjamin,” I replied, throwing his exact words right back in his face. Margot started crying, realizing instantly that the rich, secure man she thought she had stolen was actually completely broke and about to be homeless.

She scrambled to pack the diaper bag, sobbing hysterically while Benjamin stood frozen in shock.

I didn’t lift a finger to help them. I walked into the kitchen, made myself that fresh pot of coffee I had been looking forward to all afternoon, and watched from the window as my husband packed his mistress and his ruined life into his car, driving away from my house for the very last time.