Hailey Silva updated her Instagram story. There wasn't a single like or comment; she’d clearly restricted it so only I could see.

I leaned in, examining every frame with clinical precision. On the camping trip, every other man had brought his wife, but Everett Harrison and Hailey Silva were the only ones left without a partner.

Someone in the group cracked a joke. "Everett, just share a tent. Hailey's a scaredy-cat, she’ll be terrified out there all by herself."

Jayce Silva, Hailey’s brother, threw a loaded look at the two of them. They both remained silent, the air heavy with unspoken intent. "Hey Everett, don't go getting any ideas with my sister, alright?"

Everett let out a sharp, dismissive laugh. "Get lost. Do you really think I’m that kind of guy?"

The very next second, he pulled back the tent flap, his eyes burning with an intensity I hadn't seen in years. "Alright, princess, get inside. I'll stay with you tonight."

I saved the video to my phone and, with a flick of my thumb, hit the like button.

The footage made it undeniable: Everett had crossed the line. This was no longer just some abstract, mental wandering; he was actively acting on his desires.

Why bother holding onto someone so utterly trashy?

I spent the entire night turning that question over in my head. By dawn, the answer was clear. I didn't hesitate. I packed my bags, left his house, and moved into the condo I had worked hard to buy with my own money before our marriage.

It took two days and two nights of "partying" before Everett finally deigned to call me.

His first words were, "Where are you? I'm coming to pick you up."

I gave him the address of my new place and sat on the sofa, waiting.