“I’m leaving you for another,” the words of my husband stab my heart. So it’s true… That beautiful young blonde is his mistress after all. I’d hoped to the last that this is some kind of mistake. “I love her,” he says, hurting even more as he looks at me with indifferent gray eyes. “And I’ve cooled to you. Behind our backs—nine years of marriage in love and mutual support. We have a seven-year-old daughter. I thought we built a strong family that nothing could destroy, and now he says he’s fallen out of love with me.”