I married a man I thought was the most honest, truthful man I'd ever met. His name was Timothy, and less than a year after we met we got married and got a house together. Then one day I came home a little earlier from work than planned because I was feeling ill. As I walked from the the bus stop, I saw a car parked in front of our house. I crept inside and found my husband having sex with a woman we both knew through my friend, Angie. I started to scream and throw things, and the woman ran out of the house so fast she didn't even have time to put on her top. She just drove off topless, leaving me hitting my husband on the front lawn.