I thought I had the perfect marriage: 10 years together, and still dates, gifts, compliments, laughter, understanding, and amazing intimacy. I trusted my husband 10,000 percent. Until a month ago.

It all started when Tim got promoted and hired a young new secretary. I never would’ve believed in such a dumb cliché, but with each passing day, my faith in us began to crumble. Late nights at work, sudden “business trips,” the scent of another woman’s perfume clinging to him. I tried to be understanding. But the day I spotted lipstick on his collar, my hands shook. That wasn’t an accident.

We started fighting — a lot. My questions clearly irritated him, but I wasn’t about to stay silent. The only person who supported me was my MIL, Gabrielle. After my mom passed away, I was especially lonely, and during this awful time, she became my rock.

Last week, Tim went on yet another business trip. Gabrielle came to stay with me for a couple of days, knowing how hard things had been.

Yesterday, he finally returned. I rushed into his arms at the door. No strange perfume this time — I was thrilled! But Tim was unusually cold.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! That banner outside the house — was that your psychotic jealousy, or did you just want to humiliate me?! I’ll never forgive you for this!”

Totally confused, I ran outside — and froze. Hanging across my house was a massive banner with bold letters: “WELCOME HOME, CHEATER!” But I didn’t do it!

With trembling hands, I ripped it down. I wanted to run after Tim, to explain, to apologize (even though I was innocent!)… until I noticed something RED and LACY sticking out of his briefcase!