My husband was secretly seeing his secretary, and I found proof in the back seat of his car. Instead of confronting him, I sent it to her husband with one note: “You deserve to know.” Hours later, he uncovered bank records revealing an even bigger secret.

I included only the make, model, and license plate of Mark’s vehicle.

That morning, Andrew called me from an unfamiliar number.

“Mrs. Laura? This is Brenda’s husband. I need to speak with you immediately. I’m at the hospital.”

When Andrew confronted Brenda, they had gotten into a furious argument.

Brenda stormed out of their apartment.

Andrew tried to follow her, slipped on the stairs, and fractured his ankle.

Then he said something that made me grab my purse and drive directly to the hospital.

“I found documents in her bag that you need to see.”

And that was why Brenda was standing in front of me now, shaking with anger.

“You sent that package!” she hissed. “You bitter, miserable woman!”

“I returned something that had been misplaced.”

She opened her mouth to respond.

Before she could, the hospital-room door swung open.

Andrew appeared on crutches, looking exhausted.