I was a successful, self-sufficient woman. I had everything—an apartment, a car, a job, and a beloved husband. Only everything fell apart when I saw his new assistant in his reception room. I know they’re not serious, that he’ll come back to me. But where do you put the comma in the sentence “Divorce cannot be saved” when the husband goes to his mistress—and on the horizon a young man appears, someone who’s actually interested in you?