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When I decided to follow my husband to our country house without telling him I was coming, I expected to discover an affair. I had prepared myself emotionally for finding another woman, for confronting a betrayal of trust and marriage vows. What I actually found when I opened that door was something I could never have anticipated, something that made infidelity seem almost preferable by comparison.
My husband Mark and I owned a small house in the countryside about an hour outside the city. For years, it had been our weekend retreat and our escape from urban stress. We would drive out almost every Saturday morning to work in the garden, plant flowers, grill food outdoors, and simply enjoy the peace and quiet away from traffic and noise.
Those weekends represented some of our happiest times together. The country house was where we reconnected after stressful work weeks, where we talked about our dreams and plans, where our marriage felt most solid and real.