After forty-two years of marriage, Ed told me he loved another woman and handed me divorce papers. I thought my life had split in two until his smartwatch sent me rushing to his apartment. I expected to find his young trainer there. Instead, I found someone much closer to home.
Three weeks after my husband told me he loved another woman, his smartwatch warned me his heart was in trouble.
I went there expecting to find the young trainer Ed claimed had stolen him from me. Instead, my daughter-in-law opened the door with my husband’s spare key in her hand.
That’s when I realized Ed had lied about the affair.
But Megan had lied about everything else.
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Before all of it, Ed and I were ordinary in the way long marriages become ordinary. He left the good pillow on my side of the bed because my neck hurt.
I cut his toast diagonally because, thirty years earlier, he said it tasted better that way.
Our four children still called our house “home,” even though Susan had two teenagers, and Caroline had a toddler who believed walls were for crayons.
Forty-two years. Four children. Six grandchildren.
I thought we were entering the softer part of life.
Then Ed’s doctor looked over his chart and said his heart was under strain. He recommended walking, light exercise, and daily monitoring.
Ed waved one hand. “I get tired. I’m sixty-eight.”
I squeezed his arm. “You don’t get to leave me with all these people to feed.”
That afternoon, I bought Ed a smartwatch and connected its health alerts to my phone.
“So now my wife and my wrist are both bossing me around?” he asked.
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