My name was Monica Carter. In the tenth year of my marriage to Daniel Carter, I discovered he was cheating on me. That night, we had just finished celebrating the 8th birthday of our son, Noah Carter. Daniel handed him a GoPro and gave his shoulder an affectionate pat. "You're 8 now, Noah. Starting today, you need to learn how to be a responsible man." I took a picture of them and posted it on i********:. Monica: My two boys. At the time, I still believed that having a husband, a child, and three dance centers we had built together meant those ten years had been worth it. The very next day, he took a 23-year-old woman to a spa hotel in Desert Springs under the pretense of meeting a potential franchisee. He used the money we had earned together to book a suite for the two of them.