My Husband Texted From Vegas: “Just Married My Coworker.” I Replied “Cool.” The Next Morning, Police Were at My Door.

step back and let them.

I raised a glass of wine on my balcony one evening, city lights spreading before me like a constellation of second chances, and whispered to the night: “To stupid games and even stupider prizes.”

And I smiled—genuinely, freely—for the first time in longer than I could remember.