A cheater may not change its spots, but it can change its choice of prey; little did I know what Hubby was really covering for. — It’s easy to say you’d never throw your partner under a bus…but what if they pushed you first? In the bedroom of the Costa Mesa triplex far from my husband’s home security cameras’ threatening reach, I opened the box marked “CYA — Do Not Shred”. In case you’re unaware, “CYA”…

I caught another man in my husband’s cockpit, and I’m afraid an equally scorned woman is pulling the strings for his revenge. — When I deboarded the narrow aircraft, a buzzing in my pocket jolted me back to reality, just a slight downgrade from our Italian vacation from Hell. …

Here’s the Amalfi Coast getaway you won’t see on your favorite influencers’ social media. — When the carefree, size 00 Instamodel-turned-mail-order-teenage bride aboard your speedboat shoots her husband a fear-stricken glare and shrieks “Wire the money!”, you know your Amalfi Coast vacation is probably headed south in the worst of ways. …

But the biggest shocker sat in my BFF’s driveway all night long. — A stampede of clamoring passengers charged towards us, with flailing arms wielding dozens of mobile devices dangling precariously over the boat’s railing. I braced myself against my friend — one of the lucky (or unlucky) few perched directly across from the ominous figure teasing the tourists with its fickle presence. …

And his ex-mistress is going out of her way to warn — or threaten — me. — Some say a picture’s worth a thousand words; I’d argue a picture accompanied by a link is worth a million — at least when that link profiles the woman surreptitiously captured on your husband’s arm, halfway around the world. I didn’t need to send a private investigator after my husband…

And seeing him on another woman’s social media sealed the deal. — My husband fled the tornado-ravaged warzone of a bedroom without so much as a “goodbye”, leaving a pile of reject garments in his wake as the dead giveaway that his flight was, indeed, commercial. …

And a text link from another woman tipped me off to an even bigger betrayal in our own backyard. — I hovered over the link in the email, before my eyes drifted down to the compensation breakdown below. The percentages increased as the dollars ascended from 7 to 8 figures. …

And an infamous party guest with a longer rap sheet than my husband’s proves who you know trumps what you owe. — I watched myself on the screen, as the incriminating 6-inch footage looped in my mother-in-law’s talon-like hands. …

The flames of misfortune put marriages and friendships to the test — and we’re all surprised to see who passes and who doesn’t. — A lot can transpire in a year, but sometimes — in the middle of the ocean with your husband’s accuser — even more life-changing sparks can ignite in a minute. As I spotted Brenda on the top deck of the yacht, I flashed back to 11 months ago, when she’d…