Chapter 1: The Call at 2:07 a.m.
I replaced the lubricant in my husband’s bag with industrial glue after I caught him with my brother’s wife. At 2:00 a.m., the hospital called. “Mrs. Rollins, we can’t separate the two of them.” I arrived carrying six months’ worth of evidence in a folder tucked under my arm, but what I found inside his safe turned that affair into something far more serious.
“Mrs. Rollins, your husband and another woman have just arrived in the emergency room... stuck together.”
The call came at exactly 2:07 a.m.
Kenneth had told me he would be spending the night in Colorado Springs finalizing a business deal, so I pretended to be shocked, slipped on a robe, and asked which hospital they were calling from.
The nurse at Saint Anthony Medical Center hesitated awkwardly before explaining that the two of them had mistaken an industrial adhesive for an intimate lubricant, and the doctors couldn’t separate them without surgery.
I knew exactly how it had happened.
Three days earlier, my flight to Salt Lake City had been canceled because of a storm. I returned home to our house in Cherry Hills Village without telling anyone, carrying a box of gourmet caramel chocolates that Kenneth loved.
As soon as I walked inside, I heard laughter coming from our bedroom.
Kenneth was supposedly in a business meeting.
Maya, my sister-in-law and my brother Justin’s wife, was supposedly visiting her mother in Boulder.
Instead, I found them together in my bed. I didn’t scream. I covered my mouth, slipped back out before they noticed me, and sat in a café in Downtown Denver for two hours.
I cried until my coffee turned cold. Then I remembered who I had been before I got married.
Sabrina Rollins, the youngest Chief Financial Officer ever appointed at Rollins Global Enterprises.
Not the obedient wife Kenneth had molded me into over the past five years.
That night, I searched the briefcase he always carried on his “business trips.”
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I found hotel reservations, jewelry receipts, and a small bottle he guarded far too carefully. The next day, I bought industrial-strength glue, emptied the bottle, and replaced its contents.
I wasn’t proud of what I had done, but I wanted his lies to expose themselves.
