I always believed my husband and I would be together until death do us part, just like we promised in our vows. But one shocking night, everything I thought I knew about him shattered. The truth about his secret life was revealed by our little daughter, forcing me to make sure he could never hurt me—or Sophie—again. Mark and I had been married for seven years. I was thirty-four, a graphic designer working from home, and until recently, I thought our marriage was perfect. Solid. Unshakable. I never imagined that

My mom has been dead for two years now.And her so-called best friend is my stepmom. Everything finally exploded on the night she threw a party on my mom’s death anniversary. Cancer took my mom. One month before her diagnosis, we were arguing in the hallway because I never folded towels the “right way.” She stood there with her arms crossed, rolling her eyes, saying, “You fold like you’re angry at the towel.” Two months later, a hospice nurse sat at our kitchen table explaining morphine schedules while my mom

On the morning of August 23, 2006, Roberto Campos left his home in the Lindavista neighborhood of Mexico City as he did every day. He kissed his wife, Patricia, softly on the forehead, tousled the hair of their two children, Daniel and Alejandro, who were munching on breakfast at the table, and stepped out the door, briefcase in hand. The sun had just begun to warm the streets, the neighborhood alive with the familiar sounds of vendors calling out their wares and children laughing as they walked to school. That