Introduction

I\'d been gone seven years, building our future, tending to my dying grandmother, holding onto the promise of coming home to my wife, Chloe.

Then came the punch-a brutal, public assault from a man in a black baseball cap.

He screamed, "You home-wrecker!" while cameras materialized, flashing like a firing squad.

Reporters shoved microphones in my face, asking if it was true I was screwing Chloe Davis and getting paid for it.

Chloe Davis. My wife. The questions made no sense.

My attacker ripped off his sunglasses, revealing Mark Jensen, a celebrity athlete, who then threw intimate photos of him and Chloe at my feet.

"I\'m her boyfriend!" he bellowed to the media, pointing to an expensive watch, a gift from her. "What does a bum like you have?"

Boyfriend? For years? My mind reeled. The woman I\'d been married to for seven years?

The confusion curdled into pure, incandescent rage.

I pulled out my worn leather wallet, clutched a folded document, and held it high for everyone to see.

"What are you talking about?" I yelled, my voice shaking with fury. "I\'m her lawful husband!"

A collective gasp went through the crowd. They\'d come to expose a kept man, but the real home-wrecker was the one who threw the first punch.