The Ring and the Panic Attacks

I found my husband's wedding ring in the junk drawer last Tuesday. Not weird,

except he told me he lost it at the gym three months ago. I didn't say anything.

Just put it back and started paying attention. He'd leave for work at seven,

but his car wouldn't start until seven fifteen. I could hear it from upstairs.

Then I noticed his gym bag never smelled like sweat anymore. Just sat in the trunk,

perfectly clean. My sister came over for coffee and mentioned she saw his car at the park during

work hours. Twice. I felt sick. Was he meeting someone? I checked our bank

statements. No suspicious charges. No secret phone. Nothing. Finally confronted