I Divorced My Wife After Believing a Lie

Only sadness.

The kind of sadness that comes from being betrayed by someone you trusted completely.

Then she turned and walked away.

That night, I couldn’t sleep.

I kept seeing those babies.

Their faces.

Their hair.

The way Emily had protected them from the dust blowing across the road.

The next morning, I hired a private investigator named David Reynolds.

“Find everything,” I told him.