I created a group text. My parents, her parents, my sister, her sister, both sets of grandparents still alive. Jake’s ex-wife, Michelle, who had always suspected he cheated but never had proof. Our mutual friends, Sarah’s co-workers from school—32 people total. The message was simple: *This is why Sarah and I are getting divorced.* Video attached. *Don’t contact me about this.*

Send.

I turned off my phone and waited. Within minutes, I heard Sarah’s phone buzzing upstairs. Then Jake’s. Buzzing and buzzing and buzzing.

“What the hell?” Sarah’s voice was sharp with panic.

I heard feet running down the stairs. Sarah appeared in the kitchen doorway wearing my robe, hair a mess, face red. Behind her, Jake in his boxers, looking like he wanted to disappear.

“Mark.” Her voice was small, scared. “Did you… Were you home?”