We’ve been married two years. Every first Saturday, my husband disappears for hours — “running errands,” he says. I never questioned it until last month, when I followed him.
He drove to a rundown house. I knocked. A woman opened the door holding a baby who looked just like him.
Shocked, I asked who she was. She said her name was Soraya — and revealed he’d secretly been visiting them monthly for years. That’s when the truth hit: he was living a double life.
I confronted him, packed a bag, and left. Later, Soraya and I compared notes — he had also been secretly draining our shared bank account. Two strangers brought together by one man’s deceit.