As told to Ann DeGrey

Three years ago, if anyone had asked me how my marriage was going, I'd have said things were great. And things were great; from my point of view. Robbie* and I had been together for five years, we'd recently bought our first house, he was climbing up the corporate ladder and I was loving running my own business as a florist. We were also planning on starting a family soon, as I was very clucky.

But one afternoon, everything came crashing down.

While Robbie was outside in the garden, his mobile pinged buzzed with a message. I don't normally snoop but something in my head told me to check. The text was from a woman named Sienna*, and the words were far too intimate for a friendly conversation. "Babe, call, I need to talk to you." I felt sick –the fact that Sien

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