While my husband Adam was on a trip with our son, an email about a hot water repair in an apartment complex appeared on his iPad. We haven’t rented in over ten years, so this was fishy. When I finally reached him, he said, “Must be a mistake. They got the wrong email.” But how did they get his full name perfectly?

I called my friend Stacy, and we posed as delivery drivers to get the apartment number. When we arrived, a 25-year-old woman opened the door. Inside, we heard more women and saw two small children. The woman quickly shut the door and threatened to call the police. Stacy asked, “Jennifer, what the hell was that? Who are these women? And those kids?”

We drove upstate to confront Adam. When I asked about the apartment, he admitted, “I wanted a life with multiple wives, but I knew it wasn’t accepted here.” He explained that he considered the other women his wives and had children with them. I felt utterly betrayed. “You’ve shattered my world,” I told him.

Realizing he used company money to support his secret life, I decided to leave. “I’m taking our son and going home,” I said. Adam’s mother and brother, shocked by the revelations, couldn’t believe what they heard. I filed for divorce and full custody, feeling a mix of sadness and relief. “The man I thought I knew was gone,” I reflected.