My brother, who runs a hotel in Honolulu, called me and asked, “Where is your husband?” I replied, “He’s on a business trip in Manhattan.” He responded, “No, he’s at my hotel in Hawaii with a beautiful lady, and he’s using your ATM card.” With my brother’s help, I made a revenge plan. The next day, my husband called me in panic.
My name is Allison Rhodes, and until seven days ago I believed my marriage to Bradley Foster was stable enough to withstand ordinary disappointments, even if it had long ago lost the warmth and spontaneity we once shared during our early years together in Chicago, Illinois. Everything shifted when my older brother, Cameron…
