Landlord
I sat at my office desk staring at the manila folder in my hands. I knew what the contents were. I had just received an oral report from William, the private detective I'd hired. He'd just confirmed my worst suspicions about my wife's sluttish behavior. I thanked him and wrote out a check for his expensive services and walked him to the door. I couldn't bring myself to look at the pictures just yet. I sat back, reflecting on when it all began. Becky, my wife, is a nurse in a western...