In the end, I took her back, hoping for the best. Why? Because deep down, I really did love her. But I made her pay. I kept her on a tight lease, and I made her sign a postnupt. Irreconcilable differences and it was fifty fifty. Adultery, and the offending party left with the clothes on their back.

It killed her to sign that, she loved the house and all her toys, but she knew it was her only chance.

We were good for a couple more years. Then she started changing. It was so gradual I didn't notice at first, it was little things, but as it accelerated I...