The morning my husband Jack called in sick for the first time ever, I didn’t expect to find a life-sized statue of him on our porch.When he saw it, his face went white. Without a word, he dragged the heavy clay figure inside, refusing to explain. But as I got the kids into the car, my son slipped me a crumpled note he’d found beneath it.
It read:“Jack, I’m returning the statue I made while believing you loved me. Finding out you’ve been married for ten years destroyed me. You owe me $10,000… or your wife sees every message. —Sally”My world collapsed. Jack had been having an affair.I acted calm, but later that day I took screenshots of his emails, proof of his begging and love letters to Sally. When I reached out to her, she admitted everything — almost a year together, believing Jack was divorced. She agreed to testify.