Keith Morrison

And your mind went there right away?

Conversations like that had stuck with Nancy.

But back then, she had no idea how to confirm suspicions that her husband might have another woman waiting in the wings.

And then suddenly it came to her.

One night while rushing out to catch a ride to a business function, Chris had left his wallet behind on his nightstand.

Should she or shouldn't she?

She did.

That's a testosterone gel.

Well, now, if Nancy hadn't been suspicious before, she was now.

Come to think of it, the person who just picked up Chris for that business function was someone who worked closely with Chris at the bank.

She was tall and blonde, the wife of another bank executive.

Nancy knew this woman, considered her a friend.

For reasons that will soon become obvious, we will call her Wendy number one.

Was she the other woman?

So he had something pretty intense going on.

Now Nancy was like a hunting hound who caught the scent.

A little?

Armed with those passwords, Nancy was a virtual one-woman FBI.

She could read her husband's emails.

She knew when he and his lover, Wendy number one, were traveling together on business trips.