Until Divorce Do Us Part

Because of someone else’s cruel lie, my marriage is falling apart, and I have no idea how to fix it.
Yesterday, Adam Maddox was my husband, my hope, my anchor, my safe place.
Today, he’s my harshest accuser.
In his eyes, I’m guilty. No words or explanations can break through the wall of pain and hatred that someone else’s deceit has built between us.
I love my husband, but now he hates me with everything he’s got, and I don’t know how to make it right.
“Wake up, pack your things, and get out of my house. Right now!” Adam shouts, and sleep instantly vanishes from my body.
He’s furious. I’ve never seen him like this before.
“What are you even talking about? Are you in a bad mood? Is this some kind of joke?” I laugh nervously.
“Here. Look at this.”
A glossy magazine comes flying at me. He throws it carelessly, with disgust, as if I’m nothing but trash under his feet.
I pick it up with trembling hands, still not understanding. My eyes skim over the lines then I freeze.
“This is not true. Adam, you know how journalists love making things up.” I try to defend myself, but my husband has already made up his mind.
There will be a divorce.