The whole time he had been home, he was kind, if not really involved in our life. Anyway I was afraid that he would in about six or so months he would try to see if she would talk to him so I (HER) sent him an email saying that she and her boyfriend were in the states now and getting married. I even gave him the date. It was the weekend before my surgery, and I could tell he was distraught at the thought but was trying to be there for me. I wanted him to think she was not the great person he thought she was.

And I didn't think it was fair to me that he was going to have an affair, and then not ever tell me. SO (this is embarrassing I went to such lengths) I left him a note on the kitchen table the friday before my surgery (Monday) that I had received a letter from someone and that it said she had an affair with him while he was down there, and that she thought I should know. I didn't want to tell him I knew because of a keylogger but I wanted it out that I knew. I said in my note that I had to leave, I didn't know where I was going, or when or if I would be back. He could call me in the morning. I stayed at a hotel in town.

He apologized, said it was over, didn't know why it even started, had always been content with our lives, that he realized that he didn't want to lose what he had. He never admitted that he loved her just said that he didn't want to lose our life.

He wrote her (ME) an email that said he can't believe she would be so cruel and vicious, and he hopes she has a good life. He told me this part himself. He said that he wanted her to know that I didn't deserve such treatment (ironic) and he will spend the rest of his life trying to make it up to me.
So that is where we are at today in our relationship. I know he is really having a hard time forgetting about her, but also wasn't willing to give up his whole life or reputation to make it happen.

So anyway, he is trying to be more involved, trying to be helpful, and trying to get some feeling of normalcy.
I don't think I can ever tell him that I had a hand in the break up of his affair. I don't think I will ever be that brave. I am just trying to get through each day without breaking down.