I Got Trapped in My Husband’s Office Elevator With a Woman I’d Never Met—By the Time the Doors Opened, My Marriage Was Already Over

It worked.

Mostly.

Every morning he left in a pressed suit with coffee in one hand and his laptop in the other.

Every evening he came home exhausted.

For years he insisted the cafeteria food at work was « good enough. »

Then, suddenly, it wasn’t.

« I swear they’re trying to poison us, » he’d joke.

So I started packing lunches.