I Gave Him Freedom ,He Came Crawling Back in Tears

When I walked into the break room at the office and saw my husband with the intern, tangled together in front of the mirror, I didn't lose my mind. I didn't scream or take photos for evidence. I didn't swallow it down and plot my revenge in silence.

Instead, I went to the legal department, had a divorce agreement drawn up, and sat in his office waiting for them to finish.

When they finally came out, Damien Ashford had the girl wrapped up tight, shielded behind him like something precious.

"I lost control. That's on me," he said. "Tell me what you want. Just don't go after her."