When Danica’s husband, Stefan, followed the trail of texts and uncovered her eighteen-month affair with the man who made her feel alive, he felt kicked in the gut. “I can still feel your hands all over me,” she’d written. “Perhaps we can sneak out at lunch again? I dressed especially for you.” But he also recognized in those missives the vital and playful woman he’d once fallen in love with—a woman he’d barely seen in years.
