After 99 Forgiveness, I Faked My Death and Vanished

I forgave my cheating husband ninety-nine times.

Until the hundredth betrayal arrived on a video, at the party for our fifth wedding anniversary: Randolph Farley in a bar, knotting a cherry stem with a stripper, a B-list starlet, their mouths locked together for a solid half hour.

Every guest in the room turned to watch the show, waiting for me to fall apart the way I always had, to break down sobbing and beg Randolph to come back to me.

I just cut the cake myself, calm and quiet.