My husband’s mistress sent me this photo and wrote, “Yes, I’m the one who ruins your 42-year marriage and I’m NOT going to apologize! Your time is over. Now he is mine!” But just three weeks later, the same woman fell in front of me on her knees and, sobbing, begged: “Please SAVE ME! I had no idea who I was really contacting!”

My heart has squeezed.

“What happened?”

“The investment has failed. The company is under investigation. Lisa can lose the bakery, all her savings are absolutely everything.

Susan showed me Robert’s messages.

“Don’t tell your mother the details. When it’s over, we’ll all get rich.’

Another message read:

“And most importantly, don’t say anything to Margaret. She understands the financial documents.”

My blood is frozen in the veins.

Before marriage, I worked in a bank.

Robert knew I could have noticed financial wrongdoing.

“Where is he now?” I asked.

“He disappeared. Margaret, please help me! Lisa is not to blame for anything.”

Most of all, I wanted to slam the door in front of her nose.

But I remembered a young woman who saved my baby 37 years ago.